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FROM THE LIBRARY OF
REV. LOUIS FITZGERALD BENSON. D. D,

BEQUEATHED BY HIM TO

THE LIBRARY OF

PRINCETON THEOLOGICAL SEMINARY

s J»**°» <SCC

Section

Unity

Hymns and Chorals

FOR

THE CONGREGATION AND THE HOME.

EDITED BY

W. C. GANUETT, J. Y. BLAKE, F. L. HOSMER.

CHICAGO:
CHARLES H. KERR & COMPANY,

175 Dearborn Street.

PREFACE

THE HYMNS.

We have tried to give in our little hymn book two hundred and fifty hymns
likely to be loved by congregations whose simple feeling in religious service is that of
children seeking the Father. Most of the recent hymn-books for church-use contain
nearly a thousand hymns, one- fourth of which probably receives three-fourths of the
actual use. The limitation to the small number makes possible so low a price that
even young or small societies can afford a full supply of the books: and without
the full supply, — a book, at least, to every two persons, — " congregational singing"
can hardly be* successful. So many of these hymns will be found fresh to all collec-
tions that we hope our little work may do some service, also, as a cheap supplement to
older books too dear and useful to be given up.

Some hymns in the collection (like 47) may be thought too tender, too delicate,
too private, for use in the miscellaneous congregation: then let us sing those at
home, — the book is "for the Congregation and the Home;" but we like to think of the
Sunday hour as an hour of " family-worship." Some (like 31) may be thought beau-
tiful in themselves, but not to flow easily to music : we think so, too, but forgive that
fault in each case for the special beauty's sake, — in no case having passed the line, we
trust, of practicable use. Some (like 188) may be called "songs" rather than "hymns";
or (like 55) may, perhaps, be thought to ''preach" or to "teach" rather than to
"sing" at all: we half assent, but claim that one function of a congregational hymn
is to sink great thoughts from the mind into the heart. One of our tests has, there-
fore, been the sermon-test, — does a hymn echo grandly to some frequent and impress-
ive sermon-thought? For a similar reason we offer a "Creed" (228) to be sung, be-
lieving that song may carry convictions deeper and farther than the catechism.

Many of the hymns will be found altered from the originals ; in most cases slight-
ly, in but a word or line ; yet not a few are largely altered. If the alteration, whether
made by previous collectors or by ourselves, amounts to more than two or three
words, the author's name is printed in italics to indicate the fact,— save where we
have his permission for the change. If freedom to change hymns in this way be
questioned, we can but beg, "Allow it, friendly author, for the widened service which
your heart's song thereby secures. Rejoice that you have sung a song in which, with
alteration, you can help other hearts to rise toward God." To all friends, known and
unknown, consulted or unconsulted, from whom we have ventured thus to borrow
work, wre give warm thanks.

THE HYMN-TUNES.

The tunes to which we recommend the hymns to be sung are designated in ital-
ics on the title-lines of the hymns, and the page of the tune is added. We suggest
these settings, not to forestall the taste of others, but to help congregations without
choir-leaders, and choirs when obliged to sing with little time to make their own se-
lections. The cut page enables a few noble tunes to serve conveniently many hymns,
and secures to every hymn the range of all the music in the book to find its best
adaptations. The principles followed in the selection of the music have been (1) to
have, within our narrow limits, as many as possible of the old, familiar, dear tunes,
and these the best of them: (2) to give new and special tunes for the hymns which
reouire them either by metre or sentiment ; and to have these newT tunes simple,
grand, worthy to last, and easy for congregational use: (3) to suggest two settings as
alternates when both seem appropriate, especially using the new music in this way
so as to help it to become familiar.

This new music is newr only to us, either as not familiar, or as now offered for the
first time in a collection of English psalmody. But it is. for the most part, very old,

and is entirely from German, Latin or English sources. We think it includes noble
chorals which will be welcomed and loved. If the proportion of new tunes seem
large, this was necessitated by the somewhat peculiar character of the collection of
hymns; but we hope that few of the greatest and dearest of the old tunes will b*
missed.

In the new music the harmony has required much attention, and for this we are
under great obligation to the kind, skilful and learned aid of Prof. Rich. J. Wihnot
of Quincy, Ills.

CHORALS AND ANTHEMS for THE CONGREGATION.

One chief hope with us has been to offer aid in enriching the somewhat bare
form of the usual congregational worship in churches not liturgical. For this pur-
pose a few elements of choral and responsive service will be found at the end of the
book, which may be combined variously according to the customs, feelings or cir-

The three following forms may serve'as suggestions:

cumstances of a congregation.

(1)

(2)

Organ Voluntary.

Orcran Voluntary.

■J.

Old Hundred, or

other

Choral by Congregation.

Choral.

Psalm, or Responsive Ser-

•3.

Prayer.

vice.

Trisagion. or other Choral.

Hymn.

or Anthem.

Prayer, followed by Organ.

Reading.

Readings.

Anthem by Choir.

Anthem by Choir, or Hymn.

Hymn.

Sermon.

Hymn, closing with choral

Hymn.

strain.

Benediction.

10.

Benediction, with choral
Amen.

(3)

1. Organ Voluntary.

2. Choral, or Choral Respon-
ses, by Congregation.

3. Hymn.

4. Prayer, closing with "Our
Father"* chanted by Choir.

5. Readings.

6. Hymn or Choral by Con-
gregation.

7. Sermon.

8. Anthem by Choir.

9. Hymn.
10. Benediction.- choral Amen.

Of course, our congregations need training in the use of such choral elements;
and success is not the work of a Sunday or a month. Within a year it may be hoped
for, if the people are in earnest ; and an increasing love for the service will be the al-
most sure encouragement. Five things will help greatly toward this result: (1) A
Choir, at first to teach, and afterwards to lead and guide", the congregation,— a Choir
inspired with the feeling that no anthem they can sing will so enrich the service, will
be so glorious a deed for them, as Choir, to do, as the waking of a people's voices to
utter nobly their own worship. (2) An interested Organist, sensitive enough to know
that each verse in a hymn may need its own interpretation on the organ. (3) A num-
ber of heartily interested singers in the congregation. All depend on these; the oth-
ers are to catch from them, and hide themselves, at first, in them. The older children,
here, can greatly help. (4) A few conscientious rehearsals by such singers wiih the
Choir. (5) A family-feeling pervading the congregation, — which itself is likely to be
deepened by singing thus together in Sunday worship.

There should be no baste to attain variety in the use of these choral parts. Only
repetition will secure good singing from a congregation. Let the hymns give the va-
riety, and the choral strains give, rather, the uniformity equally desirable. Simple,
noble music alone can bear the test, but such grows dear with association; and the
dearest parts of a religious service are usually those around which associations have
begun to cluster. We venture specially to urge the congregational beginning of the
service, — the very first sound, after the organ-prelude, being the voice of the people
praising God together. And the aim should be for the people to recognise by the
organ-touch, without other announcement, which one out of the several selections is
to be sung by them. Thus, too, at the other choral moments of the service. Let the
first three months' experiment be with a single strain or two, perhaps '"Old Hun-
dred," till it becomes familiar: then gradually add others. By the year's end a ricn
and flexible service will probably be within "the power of the congregation, — a new
joy, because a neAV beauty, for the Sunday.

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INDEX OF AUTHORS.

Adams, Mrs. S. F 3,29

Alford,H 151

Andrews, Jane 242

Appleton, T. P 2

Arnold, Matthew 55, 120

Austin, J 172, 200

Bailey 124

Barbauld, Mrs. A. L 94, 229

Beach, S. C 207

Blackie, J. S. 250

Blake, J. V-,12, 46, (Tr.) 153, 154, 209,230,

231, 246

Bonar, H 26, 91, 172

Bowring, J 115, 135, 178

Breviary, The 224

Brooks, C. T. 11

Bryant, W. C 73

Bullfinch, 69

Burleigh, W. H 147

Chadwick, J. W...19, 25, 57, 75, 160, 163,

234,237,238

Chamber's Journal, 35

Cheney, Mrs.E. D 84

Clarke, J. F 7,51,80

Cobbe, Frances Power 148

Coleridge, S. T 46, 88

Conder,J 122

Cowper, 121, 127

"Dial," The 226

Doddridge, 128

Dorr, Julia C. R 217

Elliott, Charlotte 48

Emerson, R.W 74

Evans, A. E 189

Faber, F. W— 71,72, 142, 166, 184, 185, 194

Fletcher, Miss 87

Franck, 218

Frothingham, N. L._ ..20

Frothingham, O. B. 70

Furness, W. H 1, 6, 33, 39, 49

Gannett, W. C 13,161,204,212,216

Gerhardt, P. Tr 15, 17, 126

Gill, T. H 191, 222

Good "Words,. 228

Greg, S 150

Guyon, Madame 195

Hall, Mrs. L. J.. 149, 156, 164, 197

Havergal, Frances R _ 53

Heber, R 252

Hedge, F. H ....146

Herbert, George 82

Higginson, T. W 76

Hosmer, F.L 97, 103,167, 168, 179,220

Hurlbut, W. H 54,141

Hymns of the Spirit, 244

Jex-Blake, T. W 180

Johnson, S...64, 67, 140, 144, 210, 211,214

Keble,J 23,79,203

King Robert of France, Tr 10

Laighton, Albert 198,235

Larned, Augusta 177

Longfellow, H. W 63,159,240

Longfellow, S.-8, 18, 27, 38, 40, 47,92,132,
206, 215, 218, 221, 232, 236

Lowell, J. R 68

Lyte, H. F 190

MacDonald, George _102

Mason, Mrs. C. A 34,113

Meigs, Mrs. W. M 239

Montgomery, J 136,170, 294

Moravian, 138

Newell, W 99

Newman, J. H 110,145

Newton, J 28

Norton, A 143

Packard, 37

Palgrave, F.T 50,104,106

Pierpont, J._ = 245

Procter, Adelaide A 78, 181

Putnam, S.P 56

Rands, W. B 44,58,201

Robbins, C 42

Scudder, Eliza 81, 100, 101, 133, 155

Seagrave, R ..4

Sears, E. H 241

Sill, E. R 223

Smith, S. T 243

Steele, Anne 116

Sterling, J 59

Stowe, H. B 32, 176

Sutton, H. G 31

Taylor, Emily 21

Taylor, John 83

Tennyson, 60,107

Tersteegen,(J. Wesley, Tr.) ...5, 30

Trench, R. C , 89

Waring, Anna L...43, 77, 86, 130, 131, 173,
174, 182, 186, 187

Wasson, D.A 183,193

Watts, J. 111,125, 247,253

Wesley, C 14,16, 24, 52, 114, 139, 225

Wesleyan, 9

Whittier, J. G..65, 66, 85,90, 95, 96, 98,105,
108, 109, 134, 152, 157, 158, 162, 196,
199, 213, 219, 227, 233.

Williams, Helen M. 117

INDEX OF TUNES.

Abdiel, (8 1.) 51—212

America, 55—243,244,245

Amsterdam,(8 1.) 52—4, 24, 114

Arlington, 19-49, 71,72,81,89,92,108, 111,
117, 127, 129, 133, 185, 192, 220
Autumn,... (8 1.) 43—14, 17, 22, 68, 159, 161
Azmon, 20—49, 155, 175, 202, 224, 230, 237
Balerma, 21—45, 88, 103, 112, 117, 134, 165,
175, 186, 199, 273
Benneson, 44—29,42,61, 62,63,67, 68, 115,

153, 172, 180

Bethany, 56—3

Boylston, 32—9,23,64, 119, 128, 170

Channing, 5—819, 56, 80, 231, 248

Conant,...-36— 43, 44, 46, 93, 106, 137, 182

Creation, (8 1.) 8—18

Credo, (81.) ..45—228

Dundee, 22-35,41, 71, 72,81, 103, 111,179,

196,203,251

Ellacombe, (8 1.) 53—150,165

Ezra, (8 1.) 9—18, 201

Federal St., 10—21, 58

Germany,. ..11— 120, 156, 177, 197, 213,221

Greenville, (8 1.) 46—16, 190

Hamburg, 12—162,173,207,219

Harvest, 63—234

Hebron.13— 20, 34, 59,60,90, 164, 193, 236

Holley 37—39,43

Hummell, 23—35, 191, 214, 215

ItalianHymn, 57—10, 11, 99

Jerome, 65—48, 109,135

Joy, (8 1.). 66—65, 124

Laban,.33— 30, 64, 123, 126, 128, 169, 171,

195, 223
Lloyd, (8 1.).24— 87, 160, 163, 204, 232, 241

Logan, 25—96,97, 142, 147, 196

Mann,. .14— 20, 21, 34,58,60,78,149,193,

240
Manoah, ....26—41,112, 145, 15^ 157s 199

Marlow, 27—6, 102, 166, 225

Helton, 59—31, 101, 198

Milton, (61.)... 15— 5, 55, 118, 138, 139, 201
Missionary Chant,.. 16—40, 70,73, 79, 91, 105,

144, 158, 206

Mornington, 34—26, 30, 52, 54, 82, 84

Naomi, ...28—6, 113, 116, 146,168

Nicaea, 67—12, 252

Noyes.38— 2, 8, 15, 25, 28, 33, 44, 46, 47, 51,

53, 57, 122, 174, 210, 211, 217, 226, 229
Nuremburg,_39— 1, 15, 25, 28, 33, 44, 46,47,

51, 53, 76, 85, 93, 94, 106, 200, 217, 229

238, 249

Old Hundred, 17—253

Old 132, (81.) 29-13,95, 179,242

Olmutz, 35—50

Palestine, (61.) 68—188,189

Parker, 69—110

Paul, 70—36, 148

Pilgrims, 61—32, 100,140, 141

Pisgah, 47—184

Pleyel's Hymn,.40— 2, 8,28,57,75, 83, 174,

182, 210, 211

Portuguese Hymn, 60—136

Russian Hymn,(6 1.) 71—154

Sicily, 48—27, 29, 222, 250

Simeon (6 1.) 30—37, 77, 86, 130, 131

St. Agnes.. 31— 108, 133, 155, 167, 185, 186,
187, 194, 216, 227, 235

Stephanos, 72 — 151, 181

Stockwell, .49—42, 61, 62, 63, 67, 78, 115,

153, 180

Telemann's Chant 41—69, 74

Union, (8 1.) 73—246

Vesper, (8 1.) 50—27, 38, 159, 161, 239

Ward,.. 18— 66, 107, 125, 162, 218, 233, 247

Ware, (8 1.) 42—178,205,209

Webb, (8 1.) 54—121, 150, 165, 208

Whittier, 62—7,32, 14, 176

INDEX OF SUBJECTS.

I. ASPIRATION. Hymns.

1. Rise, my soul! 1-7

2. Come, almighty to deliver ! 8-15

3. In Church,— the Meeting, 16-26

4. In Church —the Parting, 27-30

5. Morning, 31-35

6. Evening, 36-46

DUTY.

Penitence, 47-51

Consecration, 52-61

Heroic Service, 62-76

Lowlv Service, 77-82

Brotlierliness, 83-91

Jesus and his Kindred, 92-99

II.

VI. FESTIVALS.

Hymns.
229-246.

III. TRUST. Hymns.

1. In Mvstery, 100-110

2. In Daily Needs, 111-123

3. In Trial, 124-139

4. In Suffering, 140-148

5. In Death, 149-162

IV. BLESSEDNESS.

1. Communion, 163-172

2. Peace 173-177

3. Thankfulness, 178-182

4. Joy, 183-197

V. THE ONE IN ALL.

1. Life of Nature — AVorld,Soul, 198-210

2. Life of Ages —Past, Future, 211-228

Hymns.
VII. PRAISE 247-253.

INDEX OF FIRST LINES.

Again, as evening's shadow falls 40

A living, loving, lasting word 188

All around ns. fair with flowers 62

All as God wills ! who wisely heeds 134

All before us lies the way .- 226

All hail, God's angel, Truth ! 99

All ye nations, praise the Lord 249

Angels holy, high and lowly 250

Another hand is beckoning us... 157

Another year of setting suns 237

Around my path life's mysteries.., — 150

As darker, darker, fall around 41

Ask and receive.— 'tis sweetly said 183

At first I prayed for Light 84

Awake, our souls ! away, our fears 125

Backward looking o'er the past 238

Beneath the shadow of the cross 92

Beneath thine hammer, Lord, I lie 146

Blest are the pure in heart. . 23

Blest be thy love, dear Lord 171

Brother, hast thou wandered far 51

Calm Soul of all things ! make it mine 120

Can I see another's woe 137

City of God, how broad and far .214

Clear in memory's silent reaches 161

Come, brothers, let us go 30

Come, said Jesus' sacred voice 94

Day by day the manna fell 122

Earth, with her ten thousand flowers 205

Eternal Ruler of the ceaseless round 19

Every day hath toil and trouble 124

Faint not along thine earthly road 191

Fair are the feet that bring the news 202

Father, give thy benediction 27

Father, hear the prayer we offer 61

Father, I know that all my life 77

Father in heaven I to whom my heart 6

Father, in memory's fondest place 145

Father, in thy mysterious presence kneeling. 140
Father, now our prayer is said 44

Father of world and soul 11

Father Omnipotent! joyful and thankful 154

Father Supreme ! Thou high and holy One 36

Father, thou art calling, calling to us plainly.. 12

Father, thy paternal care 178

Father, to us thy children, humbly kneeling. . . 7

Father, whate'er of earthly bliss 116

Firm, in the maddening maze of things 108

For a season called to part 28

Forever with the Lord 170

From all that dwell below the skies 253

From heart to heart, from creed to creed 216

Give me, my God, to feel thee in my joy, 80

Give, O earth, a hero's grave 75

Give to the winds thy fears 126

God bless our native land 244

God draws a cloud over each gleaming morn. . 148

God giveth quietness at last 158

God is in his holy temple 22

God is Love : his mercy brightens 115

God moves in a mysterious way 127

God of the earnest heart 64

God of the earth, the sky, the sea 206

Gone are the great and good 245

Go not far from me, O my God 130

Hark, my soul, how every thing 200

Hast thou, 'midst life's empty noises 65

He always wins who sides with God 72

He cometh not a king to reign 95

He hides within the lily 212

Heir of all the ages, 1 217

He liveth long who liveth well 91

Help me. my God, to speak 26

He prayeth well who loveth well 88

Holy, holy, holy. Lord God Almighty 252

Holy Spirit, Source of Gladness 17

Holy Spirit, Truth divine 8

Honored they who firmly stand 69

How gentle God's commands 128

How shalt thou bear the cross that now 142

I believe in Human Kindness 288

I bless thee. Lord, for sorrows sent 144

I cannot find thee : still on restless pinion.. .100

I cannot walk in darkness long 113

T have a heritage of joy 187

1 heard the bells on Christmas Day 240

I hear it often in the dark 13

I know not if or dark or bright 151

I long for household voices gone 152

Hook to thee in every need 132

Immortal by their deed and word 97

Immortal Love, forever full 227

In quiet hours the tranquil soul 177

In thee, my powers, my treasures live 8.

In the morning I will pray 33

In thine own being, thine 104

I saw the beauty of the world 201

I travel all the irksome night 192

Itsingeth low in every heart 1G0

I worship thee, dear Will of God 194

I would my work were better done 156

Just as I am.— without one plea 48

Know, my soul, thy full salvation 190

Lead. Kindly Light, amid the encircling gloom 110

Life of Ages, richly poured 210

Life of Ages, richly poured 211

Long, long ago, in manger low 242

Look up, look up. my soul, still higher 189

Lo ! on the morn that now is here 224

Lord, a happy child of thine 43

Lord, we thank thee for the pleasure 180

Lord, what offering shall we bring 83

Lo! the day of rest declineth 42

Love Divine, all love excelling 14

Love for all ! and can it be 47

Lo l we stand be fore thee now 25

Make channels for the streams of love 89

Mid the lurking fears that start 106

My child is lying on my knees 102

My country, "tis of thee 243

My God, I rather look to thee , 155

My God, I thank thee ; may no thought 1 43

My God, I thank thee, who hast made 181

My God, my Sti ength. my Hope 52

My heart is resting. O my God 186

Mysterious Presence, Source of all 207

My times are in thy hand 123

Naught have I else to do 195

Nearer, my God. to thee 3

Never, my heart, wilt thou grow old 149

New words to speak, new thoughts to hear 35

No longer forward or behind 196

None loves me. Father, with thy love 118

Not so in haste, my heart 119

Now, hushing every adverse sound 173

Now is the seed-time : God alone 90

Now, on land and sea descending 38

No words of labored prayer I know 164

Now sing we a song for the Harvest 234

Now the joy ful Christmas morning 239

O, blest is he to whom is given 71

O, come and dwell in me 9

O, could we learn true sacrifice 79

O, draw me. Father, after thee 138

O Eternal Life, whose power 209

<) Father, though the anxious fear 21

O Freedom ! on the bitter blast 66

Oft have I walked the woodland paths 235

O God, 1 thank thee for each sight 34

O God, my all in all thou art 139

O God. our help in ages past Ill

O God. thy power is wonderful 185

O God. we praise thee and confess 25-1

O God. whose presence glows in all 20

O Life, that makest all things new 18

O Love Divine, of all that is .163

O Love Divine, whose constant beam 213

O Love! O Life! our faith and sight 96

O Name, all other names above . 168

Once more the liberal year laughs out - - .233

Once to every man and nation . 68

One by one the sands are flowing . 78

One gift, my God. I seek 169

One holy Church of God appears 215

One Lord there is. all lords above ... 58

One low grave, yon trees beneath 76

O. nerve thy spirit to the proof 73

One thought 1 have, my ample creed 16~

Only to living faith 54

Onward, onward, though the region 67

Open. Lord, my inward ear 24

O. richly. Father, have I been 49

O Shadow in a sultry land 37

O, sometimes comes to soul and sense 105

O. sometimes gleams upon our sight 219

O Source Divine, and Life of all . 59

O thou almighty Will 10

O thou, in all thy might so far .103

O thou Lord of heaven above 174

O thou who art of all that is . 179

Our spirits lay their noblest powers 70

Out of the dark, the circling sphere 218

O word divine, like healing balms 147

O, yet we trust that somehow good 107

Part in peace ! is day before us . 29

Peace be to this congregation 16

Praise to God, immortal praise 229

Rise, my soul, and stretch thy wings 4

See the Lord, thy Keeper, stand • 114

Send down thy truth. O God - -223

Set free from present sorrow 121

Shall things withered, fashions olden 222

Slowly, by God's hand unfurled 39

Soul, struggle on ! Within the darkest night. .. 56

Stainless soldier on the walls 74

Standing on the shore at morning 153

Still, still with thee, when purple morning 32

Still through the cloven skies they come 241

Strong Son of God, Immortal Love 60

Sweetest Joy the soul can know 15

Sweet is the solace of thy love 131

Take my life, and let it be 53

Teach me, my God and King 82

Tell me not in mournful numbers 63

Tender mercies, on my way .182

The harp at Nature"? advent strong 199

The heavens thy praise are telling 203

The homeless winds that wander o*er the land.198

The Lord is in his Holy Place 304

The Lord is my Shepnerd. no want shall I know. 136

The old, old story ! yet I kneel . 45

There is an Eye that never sleeps 118

There is a something sweet and pure 197

There's a wideness in God's mercy 184

The softened mould is brown and warm 230

The summer days are come again 232

The sun darts down his sheaf of golden rays. .231

The thought of God, the thought of thee 166

The winds that o'er my ocean run 193

Think gently of the erring one 87

Thirsting for a living spring 2

Thou Grace Divine, encircling all 133

Thou hidden love of God. whose height 5

Thou Life within my life, than self more near. 101

Thou, whose name is blazoned forth 57

Thy kingdom come with power and grace 225

Thy way is in the deep, O Lord 129

Thy will be done ! In devious way 135

"Tis winter now : the fallen snow 236

To-day. beneath thy chastening eye 109

To thee. O Fatherland 246

To weary heart-, to mourning homes. 162

Two worlds are ours ■ and is it sin 203

Unto our heavenly Father 165

We are thy people, we thy care 247

Weary now T go to rest 46

We ask not. Father, the repose 175

We cannot kindle when we will 35

We name thy name. O God 50

We praise thee. Lord, with earliest morning ray 248

We pray no more, made lowly wise 220

We wake each morn as if the Maker's grace. . . 31
We will not weep : for God is standing by us . . 141

What is this that stirs within 1

What thou wilt. O Father, give 85

When my love to God grows weak 93

When the hours of day are numbered 159

When winds are raging o'er the upper ocean. . 176

Wherever in the world I am 86

Wherever through the ages rise 98

While thee I seek. Protecting Power 117

With wider view come loftier goal 221

Yes. for me. for me he careth 172

L. M.,

C M.,

S. M.,
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INDEX OF METRES.
The Tunes are grouped by Metres; and within each group of Metres are arranged alphabetically.
Pages. Pages.

.8-18 8s and 7s, 43-50

7s and 6s, 51-5-4

6s and 4s, 55-57

10s, 58-59

.19-31
.32-35
.36-42

Pages.

lis, 60

lis and 10s, 61-62

Peculiar, ..63-73

Abdiel, (8 1.) 51

America, 55

Amsterdam, (8 1.) 52

Arlington 19

Autumn, (8 1.) 43

A z m on, 20

Balerma, 21

Benneson, 44

Bethanv, 56

Boylston, 32

Clianning, 58

Conant, 36

Creation, (8 1.) 8

Credo, (8 1.) 45

Dundee, 22

Ellacombe, (S 1.) 53

Ezra, (8 1.) 9

Federal St., 10

Germany, 11

Greenville, (8 1.) 46

Hamburg, 12

Harvest, 63

INDEX OF TUNES.

Hebron, 13

Hollev, 37

Horeb, 64

Hummel, 23

Italian Hymn, 57

Jerome, 65

Joy, (8 1.) 66

Laban, 33

Lloyd, (8 1.) 24

Logan , 25

Mann, 14

Manoah, 26

Marlow, 27

Melton, 59

Milton, (6 1.) ....15

Missionary Chant, 16

Mornington, 34

Naomi, 28

Nicaea, 67

Noyes, 38

Nuremburg, 39

Old Hundred, 17

Old 132, (8 1.) 29

Olmutz, 35

Palestine, (6 1.) 68

Parker 69

Paul,.„ 70

Pilgrims, 61

Pisgah, 47

Pleyel's Hymn, 40

Portuguese Hymn, 60

Russian Hymn, (6 1 )...71

Sicilv, 48

Simeon, (6 1.) 30

St. Agnes, 31

Stephanos, 72

Stockwell, 49

Telemann's Chant, 41

Union, (8 1.) 73

Vesper, (8 1.) 50

Ward, 18

Ware, (8 1.) 42

Webb, (8 1.) 54

Whittier 62

Anthems and Chorals for the Congregation,
Choral Responses,

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I. The soul. Nuremiurjr, 39.

What is this that stirs within,
Loving goodness, hating sin,
Always craving to be blest.
Finding here below no rest?
What is it? and whither, whence,
This unsleeping, secret sense,
Longing for its rest and food
In some hidden, untried good?
'Tis the soul, — mysterious name!
Him it seeks from whom it came:
While T muse. I feel the fire
Burning on, and mounting higher.
Onward, upward, to thy throne,
O thou Infinite, Unknown!
Still it presseth, till it see
Thee in all, and all in thee.

W. H. FfRXESS.

Seeking.

Pleyel, 40.

Noyes, 38.
Thirsting for a living spring,
Seeking for a higher home,
Resting where our souls must cling,
Trusting, hoping, Lord, we come.
Glorious hopes our spirit fill,
When we feel that thou art near:
Father! then our fears are still,
Then the soul's bright end is clear.
Life's hard conflict we would win,
Read the meaning of life's frown ;
Change the thorn-bound wreath of sin
For the spirit's starry crown.
Make us beautiful within
By thy spirit's holy light:
Guard us when our faith burns dim,
Father of all love and might!

F. P. APPLETON.

3. Nearer to thee. Bethany. 56.

Nearer, my God, to thee,

Nearer to thee!
E'en though it be a cross

That raiseth me,
Still all my song shall be, —
Nearer, my God, to thee,

Nearer to thee!
Though, like the wanderer,

The sun gone down,
Darkness be over me,

My rest a stone ;
Yet in my dreams I'd be
Nearer, my God, to thee,

Nearer to thee!
There let the way appear,

Steps unto heaven ;
All that thou sendest me,

In mercy given,
Angels to beckon me
Nearer, my God, to thee,

Nearer to thee!
Then, with my waking thoughts

Bright with thy praise,
Out of mv stonv griefs

Bethefl'll raise;
So by my woes to be
Nearer, my God, to thee,

Nearer to thee !
Cr if, on joyful wing

Cleavingthe sky,
Sun, moon, and stars forgot,

Upward I fly,
Still all my song shall be, —
Nearer, my God, to thee,

Nearer to thee!

MRS. S. F. ADAMS

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Rise, my soul, and stretch thy wings,

Thy better portion trace;
Rise from transitory things

Towards heaven, 'thy native place:
Sun and moon and stars decay,

Time shall soon this earth remove ;
Rise, my soul, and haste away

To seats prepared above.

Rivers to the ocean run,

Nor stay in all their course;
Fire, ascending, seeks the sun, —

Both speed them to their source:
So a soul that's born of God

Pants to view his glorious face,
Upward tends to his abode,

To rest in his embrace.

R. SEAGRAVE.

Seeking*.

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Thou hidden love of God, whose height,

Whose depth unfathomed, no man knows !

I see from far thy beauteous light ;

Inly I sigh for thy repose.

My heart is pained ; nor can it be

At rest, till it find rest in thee.

Thy secret voice invites me still
The sweetness of thy yoke to prove;
And fain I would; but though my will
Seem fixed, yet wide my passions* rove;
Yet hindrances strew all the way:
I aim at thee, yet from thee stray.

Is there a thing beneath the sun,

That strives with thee my heart to share?

Ah! tear it thence, and reign alone,

The Lord of every motion there!

Then shall my heart from earth be free,

When it hath found repose in thee.

U. TERSTEEGEN.— 7>. J. WESLEY.

6. For a holy mind. *££*

Father in heaven ! to whom my heart

Would lift itself in prayer,
Drive from my soul each earthly thought,

And show thy presence there.
Each moment of my life renews

The mercies of the Lord ;
Each moment is itself a gift,

To bear me on to God.
Help me to break the galling chains

This world has round me thrown :
Each passion of my heart subdue,

Each darling sin disown.
And do thou kindle in my breast

A never-dying flame
Of holy love", of grateful trust

In thine almighty name.

W. H. FURXESS.

7. Conscious of weakness. Whittier, 62.

Father, to us thy children, humblv kneel-
ing,
Conscious of weakness, ignorance, sin,
and shame,
Give such a force of holy thought and
feeling,
That we may live to glorify thy name ;
That we may conquer base desire and
passion,
That we may rise from selfish thought
and will,
O'ercome the world's allurement, threat,
and fashion,
Walk humbly, gentlv, leaning on thee
still.

J. F. CLARKE.

For inspiration.

Pleyel, 40.

Noyes, 38.
Holy Spirit, Truth divine!
Dawn upon this soul of mine:
Word of God and inward Light,
Wake my spirit, clear my sight.

FEDERAL STREET. L. M.

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Holy Spirit, Love divine !
Glow within this heart of mine;
Kindle every high desire;
Perish self in thy pure fire.

Holy Spirit, Power divine!
Fill and nerve this will of mine;
By thee may I strongly live,
Bravely bear, and nobly strive.

Holy Spirit, Eight divine!
King within my conscience reign;
Be my Law, and I shall be
Firmly bound, forever free.

Holy Spirit, Joy divine!
Gladden thou this heart of mine;
In the desert ways I sing
"Spring, O Well! forever spring."

S. LONGFELLOW.

Liberty.

Boyhton, 32.

0, come and dwell in me,

Spirit of Power within !
And bring thy glorious liberty

From sorrow, fear and sin.

The inward, deep disease,

Spirit of Health, remove!
Spirit of perfect Holiness!

Spirit of perfect Love!

That blessed law of thine,

Father, to me impart;
The Spirit's law of life divine, —

O, write it in my heart!

Thy nature be my law,

Thy spotless sanctity ;
And sweetly every moment draw

My happy soul to thee.

WEsLKYAN.

10e Strength, love, light. Italian, 57.

O thou almighty Will!
Faint are thy children till
Thou come with power:

Strength of our good intents,
In our frail hour Defence,
Calm of faith's confidence,
Come, in this hour!

O thou most tender Love!
Deep in our spirits move:

Tarry, dearGuest!
Quench thou our passion's fire,
Raise thou each low desire,
Deeds of brave love inspire,

Quickener and Rest !

0 Light serene and still!
Come and our spirits fill,

Bring in the day:
Guide of our feeble sight,
Star of our darkest night,
Shine on the path of right,

Show us thy way !

Tr.jrom King Robert cf Fra 1.

H. Morning within. Italia* 57

Father of world and soul,
Changeless while ages roll,

Boundless in grace!
Who, with thy strength and rest,
Quickenest and quietest,
Now in each yearning breast

Unveil thy face !

Word, whose creative thrill
Wakes in all Nature still

Life, light and bloom!
Now, with resistless ray,
Chase all our clouds away,
And with thy heavenly day

Our souls illume!

C. T. BROOKl

12. Calling. Mara, 6^

Father, thou art calling, calling to ue

plainly;
To the spirit comes thy loving message

evermore:

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Holy One, uplift us, nor forever vainly
Stand calling us and waiting at the door.

In the whirling tempest and the storm

thou livest,
In the rain, and in the sweetness of tlie

after-glow ;
Rummer's golden bounty, winter's snow,

thou givest,
And blooming meadows where sweet

waters flow.

Clearer still and dearer is thy voice ap-
pealing,

-Deep within the spirit's secret being
speaking low:

Enter, 0 our Father ! truth and life re-
vealing;
From every evil free us as we go.

In thee living, moving, unto thee uprear-
ing

All the hope and joy fulness and trust that
fill the soul,

Father, we adore thee, asking naught nor
fearing;
We cannot wander from thy dear con-
trol.

J. V. BLAKE.

13.

Listening. Old 132, 29.

I hear it often in the dark,

I hear it in the light, —
Where is the voice that comes to me

With such a quiet might?
It seems but echo to mv thought,

And yet beyond the stars!
It seems a heart-beat in a hush,

And yet the planet jars!

O, may it be that far within
My inmost soul there lies

A spirit-sty, that opens with
Those voices of surprise?

Thy heaven is mine,— my very soul"!

Thy words are sweet and strong ;
They fill my inward silences

With music and with song.

They send me challenges to right,

And loud rebuke mv ill ;
They ring my bells of victory;

They breathe mv "Peace, be still!"
They ever seem to" say : "My child,

Why seek me so all day?
Now journey inward to thyself,

And listen by the way!""

W. C. GAXXKTT.

14.

Indwelling. Autumn, 43.

Love divine, all love excelling,

Joy of heaven, to earth come down!
Fix in us thy humble dwelling,

All thy faithful mercies crown.
Father, thou art all compassion,

Pure, unbounded love thou art;
Visit us with thy salvation,

Enter every longing heart!

Breathe, 0 breathe, thy loving spirit

Into every troubled breast;
Let us all in thee inherit,

Let us find thy promised rest.
Come, almighty to deliver,

Let us all thy life receive;
Graciously come down, and never,

Never more thy temples leave !

C. WESLEY.

Visited.

Noyes, 38.
Nuremburg, 39,

Sweetest Joy the soul can know,
Fairest Light was ever shed,
Who alike in joy and woe,
Leavest none unvisited !

Spirit of the Highest God,

Who upholdest everything,

Thou from whom mv life has flowed,

To my life thy gladness bring!

HAMBURG. L. M.

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That a soul e'er sought or won :
Have I wished thee to my heart,
Then my wishing all is done.

TR. from P. GERHARDT.

16. Salutation. Greenville, 46.

Peace be to this congregation !

Peace to every heart herein !
Peace, the earnest of salvation,

Peace, the fruit of conquered sin;
Peace, that speaks the heavenly Giver,

Peace, to worldly minds unknown,
Peace, that floweth, as a river,

From the eternal Source alone.
O thou God of Peace ! be near us,

Fix within our hearts thy home ;
With thy bright appearing cheer us,

In thy blessed freedom come;
Come, with all thy revelations,

Truth which we so long have sought!
Come, with thy deep consolations,

Peace of God which passeth thought !

C. Wesley.

18.

Greeting,

Creation, 8.
Ezra, 9.

17.

For joy and peace. Autumn, 43,

Holy Spirit, Source of Gladness!

Come with all thy radiance bright ;
O'er our weariness and sadness

Breathe thy life, and shed thy light:
Send us thine illumination;

Banish all our soul's annoy ;
Rest upon this congregation,

Spirit of unfailing Joy !
Let the Peace, which knows no measure,

Now in quickening showers descend,
Bringing us the richest treasure

Man can wish or God can send :
Hear our earnest supplication ;

Every struggling heart release ;
Rest upon this congregation,

Spirit of untroubled Peace!

Tr.from P. Gerhardt.

O Life that makest all things new, —
The blooming earth, the thoughts of men !
Our pilgrim feet, wet wTith thy dew,
In gladness hither turn again :
From hand to hand the greeting flows,
From eye to eye the signals run,
From heart to heart the bright hope glows,
The lovers of the Light are one.

One in the freedom of the Truth,
One in the joy of paths untrod,
One in the soul's perennial youth,
One in the larger thought of God;
The freer step, the fuller breath,
The wide horizon's grander view,
The sense of life that knows no death,—
The Life that maketh all things new!

S. LONGFELLOW.

19. Unity. Charming, 58.

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Eternal Ruler of the ceaseless round
Of circling planets singing on their way,
Guide of the nations from the night pro-
found
Into the glorv of the perfect day !
Rule in our hearts, that we may ever be
Guided and strengthened and upheld by
thee.

We would be one in hatred of all wrong,
One in our love of all things sweet and fair,
One with the joy that breaketh into song,
One with the grief that trembles into

prayer ;
One in the power that makes thy children

free .

To follow Truth, and so be one with thee!

J. W. CHADWICK.

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For truth and love.

Hebron, 13.
Mann, 14.

O God, whose presence glows in all
Within, around us, and above !
Thy word we bless, thy name we call,
Whose word is Truth, whose name is Love.

That Truth be with the heart believed
Of all who seek this sacred place ;
With power proclaimed, in peace received,
Our spirits' light, thy Spirit's grace.

That Love its holy influence pour,
To keep us meek,* and make us free,
And throw its binding blessing more
Round each with all, and all with thee.

Send down its angel to our side ;
Send in its calm upon the breast:
For we would know no other guide,
And we can need no other rest.

N. L. FROTHINGHAM.

21.

A day of rest.

Federal St.
Mann, 14.

10.

O Father, though the anxious fear
May cloud to-morrow's doubtful way,
Nor fear nor doubt shall enter here ;
All shall be thine at least to-day.

We will not bring divided hearts
To worship at thy sacred shrine ;
But each unholy wish departs,
And leaves the temple wholly thine.

O Father, God below, above !
Our silent thoughts are praising thee;
Thy spirit o'er our hearts shall move,
And tune them all to harmony.

Emily Taylor.

22.

The temple. Autumn, 43.

God is in his holy temple:
Earthly thoughts be silent now,

While with reverence we assemble,
And before his presence bow.

He is with us now and ever,
When we call upon his name,

Aiding every good endeavor,
Guiding every upward aim.

God is in his holy temple, —

In the pure and holy mind;
In the reverent heart and simple;

In the soul from sense refined:
Then let every low emotion

Banished far and silent be,
And our souls in pure devotion,

Lord, be temples worthy thee.

ANON.

23. The pure in heart. Boylston, 32.

Blest are the pure in heart,
For they shall see our God ;
The secret of the Lord is theirs,
Their soul is his abode.

Still to the lowly soul
He doth himself impart,
And for his temple and his throne
Chooseth the pure in heart,

24. The Still, Small voice. Amsterdam, 52.

Open, Lord, my inward ear,

And bid my heart rejoice;
Bid my quiet spirit hear

The comfort of thy voice:
Never in the whirlwind found,
Or where earthquakes rock the place,—
Still and silent is the sound,

The whisper, of thy grace

From the world of sin and noise

And hurry, I withdraw;
For the small and inward voice

I wait with humble awe :
Silent I am now and still,
Would not in thy presence move;
To my waiting soul reveal

The secret of thy love.

C. WESLET.

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Before thee.

Nuremburg, 39.
My/«, 38.

Lo! we stand before thee now,
And our silent, inward vow
Thou dost hear, in that profound
Where is neither voice nor sound.

Not by any outward sign
Dost thou show thy will divine ;
Deep within thy voice doth cry
And our quickened souls reply.

Thou dost hear, and thou wilt bless
With thy strength and tenderness :
Lo! we come to do thy will ;
With thy life our spirits fill.

J. \V. CHAD WICK.

26. Heart-speech. Mornington,^.

Help me, my God, to speak
True words to thee this day ;
Real let my voice be when I praise,
And trustful when I pray.

Thy words are true to me ;
Let mine to thee be true,
The speech of my whole heart and soul,
However low and few.

True words of grief for sin,
Of longing to be free,
Of striving for deliverance,
And likeness, Lord, to thee

True words of faith and hop.
Of godly jov and grief:
Lord, I believe — 0, hear my cry,
Help thou mine unbelief!

27.

Benediction,

H. BONAR.

Sicily, 48.
Vesper, 50.

Father, give thy benediction ;

Give thy peace, before we part;
Still our minds with truth's conviction,

Calm with trust each anxious heart.

Let thy voice, with sweet commanding,
Bid our griefs and struggles end;

Peace which passeth understanding
On our waiting spirits send.

28.

At parting.

S. LO.VG FELLOW.

Pleyel, 40.
Nuremburg, Tfc

For a season called to part,
Let us now ourselves commend
To the gracious eye and heart
Of our ever-present Friend.

When we move at duty's call,

He is with us by the way ;

He is ever with us all,

Those who go, and those who stay.

Father, hear our humble prayer !
Tender Shepherd of thy sheep,
Let thv mercv and thy care
All our souls in safety keep.
In thv strength may we be strong;
Hallow every cross and pain ;
Give us, if we live, ere long
Here to meet in peace again.

J. NEWTON.

29.

Part in peace.

Sicily, 48.
Benneson, 44.

P\rt in peace! is day before us?

Praise his name for life and light:
Are the shadows lengthening o'er us .

Bless his care who guards the nigh..
Part in peace! with deep thanksgiving,

Rendering, as we homeward tread,
Gracious service to the living,

Tranquil memory to our dead.
Part in peace! such are the praises

God our Maker loveth b&4 :
Such the worship that upraises

Human hearts to heavenly rest.

MRS. S. F. ADAMS.

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Let us go.

Laban, 33.
Mornington, 34.

Come, brothers, let us go !

Our Father is our guide ;
And be the way or bright or dark,

He journeys at our side.

Come, brothers, let us go?

Nor by the way fall out;
But help each other brotherly,—

God guards us round about.

The strong be quick to raise
The weaker, when thev fall ;

In love and peace and quiet go :
God's blessing keep us all !

Tr.from G. Tersteegen.

31. To be alive! Melton,^.

We wake each morn as if the Maker's

grace
Did us afresh from nothingness derive
That we might sing, "How happy is our

case,
How beautiful it is to be alive!"

Lo ! all around us his bright servants stand-
And if with frowning brows for their dis-
guise,

Yet with such wells of love in their deen
eyes, l

And so strong rescue hidden in their
hands !

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We breathe, self-shaped into a natural

song.

And ever towards new heights we still

may strive, —
Till, just as any other friend's, we press
Death's hand; and, having died, feel none

the less,
How beautiful it is to be alive!

H. S. Sutton.

32. Still with thee, ^f'^f2-

Pilgrims, 61.

Still, still with thee, when purple morn-
ing breaketh,
When the bird waketh and the shad-
ows flee ;
Fairer than morning, lovelier than the
daylight,
Dawns the sweet consciousness, I am
with thee.

Alone with thee, amid the mystic shad-
ows,
The solemn hush of Nature newly born-
Alone with thee, in breathless adoration!
In the calm dew and freshness of the
morn.

So shall it be at last, in that bright morn-
ing

When the soul waketh and life's shad-
ows flee;
0, in that hour, fairer than daylight
dawning, ' *

Shall rise the glorious thought,— I am
with thee!

MBS. H. B. STOWE.

33. In the morning. ^?yes> }%'

JVuremburg, 39.

In the morning I will pray
For God's blessing on the day:
What this day shall be my lot,
Light or darkness, know I not

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Should it be with clouds o ercast,
Clouds of sorrow, gathering last,
Thou, who givest light divine,
Shine within me, Lord, O, shine.

Show me, if I tempted be,

How to find all strength in thee,

And a perfect triumph win

Over every bosom sin.

Keen my feet from secret snares,

Keep mine eyes, O God! from tears;

Every step thy love attend,

And my soul from harm defend.

W. H. FURN'ESS.

34.

^.nMher day.

Hebron, 13.
Mann, 14.

0 God! I thank thee for each sight

Of beautv that thy hand doth give,—
For sunnv "skies and air and light;

O God/ 1 thank thee that I live !
That life I consecrate to thee;

And ever, as the day is born
On wings of jov my soul would nee,

And thank thee for another morn.

Another day in which to cast

Some sil-nt deed of love abroad,
That, greatening as it journeys past

May do some earnest work for God.
Another day to do, to dare;

To tax anew my growing strength ;
To arm my soul with faith and Player

And so reach heaven and thee at length.

MRS. C. A. MASON*.

35.

To-day.

Dundee, 22.
Hummel, 23.

New words to speak, new thoughts to hear,

New love to give and take ;
Perchance new burdens I may bear

To-day, for love's sweet sake.

New hopes to open in the sun ;

New efforts worth the will ;
Or tasks, with yesterday begun,

More bravely to fulfil.
Fresh seeds for all the time to be

Are in my hand to sow,
Wherebv, for others and for me,

Undreamed of fruit may grow.

And if, when eventide shall fall

In shade across my way,
It seems that nought my thoughts recall

But life of every day —
Yet if each step in shine or shower

Shall be with thee for guide,
Then blest be every happy hour

That keeps me at thy side.

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36. From day t0 day* Paul' 7°"

Father supreme! Thou high and holy

One! n ,

To thee we bow ;
Now, when the burden of the day is gone,

Devoutly, now.
When the glad morn upon the hills was

spread,

Thv smile was there;
Now as the darkness gathers overhead,

We feel thy care.
Silence and calm, o'er hearts by earth
distrest,

Now sweetlv steal ;
So everv fear that struggles in the breast

Shall faith conceal.
Thou, through the dark, wilt watch above

our sleep

With eve of love;
And thou wilt wake us, wheu the sua-
beams leap

The hills above.

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All-good thou art;
Hallowed forever be thy holy name

In every heart!

37,

At even-tide. Simeon, 30.

O Shadow in a sultry land !

We gather to thy breast,
Whose love, enfolding us like night,

Brings quietude and rest ;
Glimpse of a fairer life to be,

In foretaste here possessed.

From all our wanderings we come,

From drifting to and fro,
From tossing on life's restless deep

Amid its ebb and flow ;
The grander sweep of tides serene

Our spirits yearn to knew.

That which the garish day has lost
The twilight vigil brings;—

The breezes from celestial hills,
The draughts from deeper springs,

The sense of an immortal trust,
The touch of angel wings.

C. M. PACKARD.

38.

Twilight,

Vesper, 50.

Now, on land and sea descending,

Brings the night its peace profound
Let our vesper hymn be blending

With the holy calm around.
Soon as dies the sunset glory,

Stars of heaven shine out" above
Telling still the ancient story,

Their Creator's changeless" love.

Now, our wants and burdens leaving
To his care, who cares for all,

Cease we fearing, cease we grieving;
At his touch our burdens fall.

As the darkness deepens o'er us,

Lo ! eternal stars arise ;
Hope and Faith and Love rise glorious,

Shining in the spirit's skies.

S. LONGFELLOW

39, The light of stars, ff^'fr

Aoyes, 38.
Slowly, by God's hand unfurled,
Down around the weary world
Falls the darkness; O, how still
Is the working of his will!

Mighty Spirit, here am I!
Work in me as silently;
Veil the day's distracting sights,
Show me heaven's eternal lights.
Living stars to view be brought
In the boundless realms of thought!
High and infinite desires,
Flaming like those upper firesj

Holy Truth, eternal Right,
Let them break upon my sight ;
Let them shine serene and still,'
And with light my being fill.

W. H. FURNESS.

40.

Vesper hymn, ff^0*"*' l6'

Again, as evening's shadow falls,
We gather in these hallowed walls;
And vesper hymn and vesper prayer
Rise mingling on the holy air.

May struggling hearts that seek release
Here find the rest of God's own peace ;
And, strengthened here bv hymn and

prayer,
Lay down the burden and the care !

0 God, our Light ! to thee we bow ;
Within all shadows standest thou :
Give deeper calm than night can bring;
Give sweeter songs than lips can sing.

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We cannot at the shrine remain;
But in the spirit's secret cell
May hymn and prayer for ever dwell

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41,

__ _ . Dundee, 22.

Thou knowest. Mamoak% 26.

As darker, darker, fall around

The shadows of the night,
We gather here, with hymn and prayer,

To seek the Eternal Light.

Father in heaven, to thee are known

Our many hopes and fears,
Our heavy weight of mortal toil,

Our bitterness of tears.

Thou knowest all our absent ones
Who have been with us here,

As in our secret heart we name
The distant and the dear.

All weary eyes, all aching hearts,
And feet that from thee rove,

The sick, the poor, the tried, the fallen,
Thou knowest, God of love.

We bring to thee our hopes and fears,

And at thy footstool lay ;
And, Father, thou who lovest all

Wilt hear us as we pray.

Anon.

42. Sunday evening.

Stock-well, 49.
Benneson, 44.

Lo! the day of rest declineth,
Gather fast the shades of night;

May the Sun that ever shineth
Fill our souls with heavenly light.

While, thine ear of love addressing,
Thus our parting hymn we sing,

Father, give thine evening blessing,
Fold us safe beneath thy wing.

C. ROBBINS.

43.

Even-song.

Conant, 36.
J/olley, 37.

Lord! a happy child of thine,
Patient through the love of thee,
In the light, the life divine,
Lives and walks at liberty.

Leaning on thy tender care,
Thou hast led my soul aright:
Fervent was my morning prayer,
Joyful is my song to-night.

O my Father, Guardian true !
All my life is thine to keep;
At thy feet my work I do,
In thine arms" I fall asleep.

44. God's, household.

ANNA L. WAKING.

Conant, 36.
Nurembnrg, 39.

Father, now our prayer is said,
Lav thy hand upon our head:
Pleasures pass from day to day,
But we know that Love will stay-
While we sleep it will be near;
We shall wake and find it here;
We shall feel it in the air,
When we say our morning prayer.

And when things are sad or wrong,
Then we know that Love is strong;
When we ache, or when we weep,
Then we know that Love is deep.

Love is old, and Love is new;
Love outlasteth firm and true:
And the Lord who made it thus.
Did it in his love for us.

W. B. Rands.

ARLINGTON. C. M.

Arne, 1744.

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45.

Me knowetli,

Balerina,

The old, old story ! yet I kneel

To tell it at thy call ;
And cares grow lighter as I feel

My Father knows them all.

Yes, all! The morning and the night,

The joy, the grief, the loss.
The roughened path, the sunbeam bright,

The hourly thorn and cross.

Thou knowest all: I lean my head,

My weary eyelids close ;
Content and glad awhile to tread

This path, since my God knows!

And he has loved me! All my heart
With answering love is stirred;

My cares are his! my pain and smart
Find healing in the word.

So here I lay me down to rest,

As nightly shadows fall,
And lean, confiding on his breast,

Who knows and pities all,

And holds the morrows, far and near,

\\ ithin his love alway :
Let come what will, he bends to hear

The story, day by day !

A iion.

46.

In thy hand. ^wmtor* 39.

Weary now I go to rest,
Close my drooping eyes'to sleep;
Father, let thy vision blest
Tender watch above me keep.

Hush to rest my dear ones all
In the hollow of thy hand;
All men sleep, or great or small
Safe beneath thy kind commam

On sad hearts let peace descend;
On the weeping eyelids, sleep;
And thy moon the skies ascend,
And the still earth vigil keep.

TR. by J. V. BLAK«.

Ere on my bed my limbs I lay,
It hath not been my use to pray
With moving lips or bended knees ;
But silently, by slow degrees,
My spirit I to Love compose,

^•hulimble trust mine eyelids close,

VV ith reverential resignation,

No wish conceived, no thought expressed!

Only a sense of supplication

A sense o'er all my soul imprest

That I am weak, yet not unblest,

Since in me, round me, everywhere

-Lternal Strength and Wisdom are.

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47.

Homeward.

Noyes, 38.
Nuremburg. 39.

Love for all! and can it be?
Can I hope it is for me?
I, who strayed so long ago,
Strayed so far, and fell so low !

L the disobedient child,
Wayward, passionate, and wild ;
I, who left my Father's home
In forbidden ways to roam !

I, who spurned his loving hold ;
I. who would not be controlled ;
I, who would not hear his call ;
I, the wilful prodigal!

To my Father can I go?—
At his feet myself I '11 throw.
In his house there yet may be
Place, a servant's place, for me.

See, my Father waiting stands !
See, he reaches out his hands !
God is Love ! I know, I see
There is love for me— even me !

S. LONGFELLOW.

48.

Just as I am. Jerome, 65.

Just as I am,— without one plea
But that thy love is seeking me,
And that thou bid'st me come to thee,
0 loving God! I come.

Just as I am,— and waiting not
To rid my soul of one dark blot,
To thee whose love will search each spot,
O loving God ! I come.

Just as I am,— though tossed about
With many a conflict, many a doubt,
Fightings within, and fears without,
O loving God! I come.

Just as I am ;— thou wilt receive,
Wilt welcome, pardon, heal, relieve;
My shame is all that I can give-
Yet, loving God ! I come.

Charlotte Elliott.

49.

With shame.

Aztnon, 20.
Arlington, 19.

0, richly, Father, have I been

Blest evermore by thee !
And morning, noon and night thou hast

Preserved me tenderly.

Unworthy to be called thy son,

I come with shame to thee,
Father! 0, more than Father, thou

Hast always been to me !

Help me to break the heavy chains
The world has round me thrown,

And know the glorious liberty
Of an obedient son.

That I may henceforth heed whate'er

Thy voice within me saith,
Fix deeply in my heart of hearts

A principle of faith,—

Faith that, like armor to my soul,

Shall keep all evil out,
More mighty than an angel host

Encamping round about.

W. H. FURNES&.

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We name thy name, 0 God,
As our God call on thee,
Though the dark heart in us meantime
Far from thy ways may be.

And we can own thy law,
And we can sing thy songs,
While this sad inner soul in us
To sin and shame belongs.

On us thy love may glow,
As the pure midday fire
On some foul spot in us look down, —
And yet the mire be mire.

Then spare us not thy fires,
The searching light and pain ;
Burn out the sin in us; and, last,
With thy love heal again.

F. T. Palgrave,

51.

Brother, come ! JY^es' f'

' Auremdurg, 39.

Brother, hast thou wandered far
From thy Father's happy home,
With thyself and God at war?
Turn thee, brother, homeward come!

Hast thou wasted all the powers
God for noble uses gave?
Squandered life's most golden hours?
Turn thee, brother, God can save !

Es a mighly famine now

[n thy heart and in thy soul?

Discontent upon thy brow?

Turn thee, God will make thee whole!

He can heal thy bitterest wound,
He thy gentlest prayer can hear;
Seek him, for he may be found;
Call upon him ; he is near.

J. F. CLARKE.

52.

My wants. Momingion, 34.

My God, my Strength, my Hope,

On thee I cast my care.
With humble confidence look up,

And know thou hear'st my prayer.

I want a true regard,

A single, steady aim,
Unmoved by threatening or reward,

To thee and thy great name.

I want a sober mind,

A self-renouncing will,
That tramples down and casts behind

The baits of pleasing ill ;

A soul inured to pain.

To hardship, grief, and loss ;
Bold to take up, firm to sustain,

The consecrated cross.

I want a godly fear,

A quick-discerning eye,
That looks to thee when sin is near,

And sees the tempter flv ;

A spirit still prepared,

And armed with jealous care,
Forever standing on its guard,

And wratching unto prayer.

This blessing above ail-
Always to pray I want:

Out of the deep on thee to call,
And never, never faint:
Give me on thee to wait,
Till I can all things do, —

On thee, almighty to create,
Almighty to renew !

All for God.

C. WESLEY.

Noyes, 38.
Nuremburg, 39.

Take my life, and let it be
Consecrated, Lord, to thee;
Take my hands, and let them move
At the impulse of thy love.

DUNDEE. C. M.

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Take my feet and let them be
Swift and beautiful for thee;
Take my voice, and let me sing
Always, only for my King.

Take my silver and my gold, —
Not a mite would I withhold;
Take my moments and my days. —
Let them flow in ceaseless praise.

Take my will and make it thine, —
It shall be no longer mine ;
Take my heart, it is thine own, —
It shall be thy royal throne.

Take my love ; my Lord, I pour
At thy feet its treasure-store;
Take myself, and I will be
Ever, onlv, all for thee.

FRANCES R. HAVERGAL.

54.

Working faith. Momingion, 34.

Only to living faith
The promises are shown,
And by the love that passeth death
The rest is w-on alone.

Be ours the earnest heart,
Be ours the steady will.
To work in silent faith our part, —
For God is working still.

Then newer lights shall rise
Above these clouds of sin,
And heaven's unfolding mysteries
To glad our souls begin.

Our hearts from fear and wrong
Shall win their full release,
With God's own might forever strong,
And calm with God's own peace.

W. H. HURLBUT.

55.

JflToralityi

Milton,

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We cannot kindle when we will

The fire that in the heart resides;

The spirit bluweth and is still,

In mystery our soul abides:

But tasks in hours of insight willed,

Can be through hours of gloom fulfilled.

With aching hands and bleeding feet
We dig and heap, lay stone on stone;
AVe bear the burden and the heat
Of the long day, and wish 'twere done:
Not till the hours of light return,
All we have built do we discern.

Then, when the clouds are off the soul,
When thou dost rest in Nature's eye,
Triumphant in thy self-control,
Thy struggling, tasked morality.—
"Ah, child! " she cries, " that strife divine-
It was the life of God in thine! "

.)/. Arnold.

56, The everlasting yea. Ckanmng, 58.

Soul, struggle on! Within the darkest

night
Still broods the majesty of deathless Right.
If to its promptings clear thou still art true,
The larger, sweeter lights will flash to

view.

The stars will shine, and the blue pomp

of day,
And to thine ear the Everlasting Yea
Will breathe its music and its lofty song:
And we shall know that Beauty still is

strong;

That there is heart and life, the good, the

fair,
That God is smiling in the sunny air,
And Wisdom shaping to remotest star,
And Love is yearning where the lowest

are.

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57.

Duty.

Plevel, 40.
Xoyes, 38.

Thou, whose name is blazoned forth
On our banner's gleaming fold.
Freedom ! all thy sacred worth
Never yet has half been told.

But to-day we sing of < ne
Older, graver far than thou;
With the seal of time begun
Stamped upon her awful brow.

She is Duty : in her hand
Is a sceptre heaven-brought ;
Hers the accent of command.
Hers the dreadful mystic Ought.

But her bondage is so sweet!
And her burdens make us strong:
Wings they seem to weary feet,^"
Laughter to our lips and song.

Wheresoever she mar lead,
Freshly burdened every day,
Freedom, make us free" to speed
In her ever brightening wav!

58.

Love and law.

J. W. CH.ADWICK.

Federal St., 10.
Afann, 14.

One Lord there is, all lords above,—
His name is Truth, his name is Love,
His name is Beautv, it is Light,
His will is Everlasting Right.

But ah! to wrong what is his name?
This Lord is a Consuming Flame
To every wrong beneath the sun:
He is One Lord, the Holy One.

Lord of the Everlasting Name,

Truth, Beauty, Light, Consuming Flame!

Shall I not lift my heart to thee,

A.nd ttsk thee, Lord, to rule in me?

If I be ruled in other wise.

My lot is cast with all that dies,

With things that harm, and things that

hate,
And roam by night, and miss the Gate —

Thy happy Gate, which leads us where
Love is like sunshine in the air.
And Love and Law are both the same,
Named with the Everlasting Name.

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0 Source divine, and Life of all.
The Fount of being's wondrous sea!
Thy depth would every heart appall,
That saw not Love supreme in thee.

We shrink before thy vast abyss,
Where worlds on worlds eternal brood:
We know thee truly but in this,
That thou bestowest all our good.

And so, 'mid boundless time and space,
0, grant us still in thee to dwell,
And through the ceaseless web to trace
Thy presence working all things well !

Xor let thou life's delightful play
Thy truth's transcendent vision "hide;
Xor strength and gladness lead astray
From thee, our nature's only guide.

Bestow on every joyous thrill
Thy deeper tone of reverent awe ;
Make pure thy children's erring will,
And teach our hearts to love thy law .'

J. STERLING.

60.

Taster music.

Mann. 14.
Hebron. 13.

Strong Son of God, immortal Love,
Whom we, that have not seen thy face,
By faith, and faith alone, embrace.
Believing where we cannot prove!

LLOYD. C. M. 8. fines.

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Thou seemest human and divine,
The highest, holiest art thou:
Our wills are ours, we know not how;
Our wills are ours to make them thine.

0 Living Will that shalt endure
When all that seems shall suffer shock,
Rise in the spiritual rock,
Flow through our deeds, and make them
pure!

Let knowledge grow from more to more,
But more of reverence in us dwell,
Till mind and soul, according well,
Make music vaster than before !

A. Tennyson.

61.

Our prayer

Siockwell, 49.
Benneson, 44.

Father, hear the prayer we offer !

Not for ease that prayer shall be,
But for strength that we may ever

Live our lives courageously.

Not forever in green pastures

Do we ask our way to be ;
But the steep and rugged pathway

May we tread rejoicingly.

Not forever by still waters
Would we idly quiet stay ;

But would smite the living fountains
From the rocks along our way.

Be our strength in hours of weakness,
In our wanderings, be our guide;

Through endeavor, failure, danger,
Father, be thou at our side !

MRS. L. M.WILLIS .

62.

Beauty and duty. £««

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All around us, fair with flowers,
Fields of beauty sleeping lie;

All around us clarion voices
<^U to duty stern and high-

Thankfully we will rejoice in
All the beauty God has given;

But beware it does not win us
From the work ordained of Heaven.

Following every voice of mercy
With a trusting, loving heart,

Let us in life's earnest labor
Still be sure to do our part.

Now, to-day, and not to-morrow,
Let us work with all our might,

Lest the wretched faint and perish
In the coming stormy night.

Now, to-day, and not to-morrow, —
Lest, before to-morrow's sun,

We too, mournfully departing,
Shall have left our work undone.

63.

Psalm of Hfe.S«£

Tell me not in mournful numbers,
Life is but an empty dream ;

For the soul is dead that slumbers,
And things are not what they seem.

Life is real ! life is earnest !

And the grave is not its goal :
Dust thou art, to dust returnest,

Was not spoken of the soul.

Not enjoyment, and not sorrow,
Is our destined end and way;

But to act, that each to-morrow
Find us further than to-day.

Let us, then, be up and doing,

With a heart for any fate;
Still achieving, still pursuing,

Learn to labor, and to wait.

H. W. LOX6FBLIOW,

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The tow,

Boy Is ton, 32.
Laban, 33.

God of the earnest heart,

The trust assured and still,
Thou who our strength forever art, —

We come to do thy will !

Upon that painful road

By saints serenely trod,
Whereon their hallowing influence
flowed,

Would we go forth, 0 God !

'Gainst doubt and shame and fear

In human hearts to strive,
That all may learn to love and bear,

To conquer self, and live ;

To draw thy blessing down,

And bring the wronged redress,
And give this glorious world its crown,-

The spirit's God-likeness.

No dreams from toil to charm,

No trembling on the tongue, —
Lord, in thy rest may we be calm,

Through thy completeness, strong !

S. JOHNSON.

65.

Servants of Truth.

Joy, 66.

Hast thou, 'midst life's empty noises,

Heard the solemn steps of Time,
And the low, mysterious voices

Of another dime?
Early hath life's mighty question

Thrilled within thy heart of youth
With a deep and strong beseeching, —
What, and where, is Truth?

Not to ease and aimless quiet

Doth the inward answer tend;
But to works of love and duty,

As our being's end :
Not to idle dreams and trances,

Folded hands, and solemn tone;
But to faith, in daily striving
And performance shown :

Earnest toil and strong endeavor

Of a spirit which, within,
Wrestles with familiar evil

And besetting sin ;
And, without, with tireless vigor,

Steady heart, and purpose strong,
In the power of Truth assaileth
Every form of wrong.

"j. G. Whittier.

66.

Servants of Freedom. Ward. i&

0 Freedom ! on the bitter blast
The ventures of thy seed we cast,
And trust to warmer sun and rain
To swell the germ, and fill the grain.

It may not be our lot to wield
The sickle in the ripened field,
Nor ours to hear on summer eves
The reaper's song among the sheaves ;

Yet where our duty's task is wrought
In unison with God's great thought,
The near and future blend in one,
And whatsoe'er is willed is done !

Who calls the glorious labor hard?
Who deems it not its own reward?
Who, for its trials, counts it less
A cause of praise and thankfulness?

Be ours the grateful service whence
Comes day by day the recompense —
The hope, the trust, the purpose stayed,
The fountain and the noon-day shade !

J.G. Whittier.

67.

Onward, upward,

Stockwell, 49.
Benneson, 44.

Onward, onward, though the region
Where thou art be drear and lone :

God hath set a guardian legion
Very near thee, — press thou on!

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By the thorn-road, and none other,
Is the mount of vision won :

Tread it without shrinking, brother!
Jesus trod it, — press thou on !

By thy trustful, calm endeavor,
Guiding, cheering, like the sun,

Earth-bound hearts thou sbalt deliver:
O, for their sake, press thou on!

Be this world the wiser, stronger,
For thy life of pain and peace:

While it needs thee, O, no longer
Pray thou for thy quick release;

Pray thou, undisheartened, rather,
That thou be a faithful son ;

By the prayer of Jesus, — "Father,
Xot my will, but thine, be done!"

68.

The choice.

S. JOHXSOX.

Benneson, 44.
Ai<titt?in, 43.

Once to every man and nation

Comes the moment to decide,
In the strife of Truth with Falsehood,

For the good or evil side ;
Some great cause, God's new Messiah,

Offers each the bloom or blight, —
And the choice goes by forever

'Twixt that darkness and that light.

Then to side with Truth is noble

When we share her wretched crust,
Ere her cause bring fame and profit

And 'tis prosperous to be just;
Then it is the brave man chooses,

While the coward stands aside
Till the multitude make virtue

Of the faith they had denied.

Though the cause of Evil prosper,
Yet 'tis Truth alone is strong ;

Though her portion be the scaffold,
And upon the throne be Wrong, —

Yet that scaffold sways the future,
And, behind the dim unknown,

Standeth God within the Shadow,
Keeping watch above his own !

7. R. Lowell.
69. Enlisted. Thiemann, 41.

Honored they who firmly stand,

While the conflict presses round ;

God's own banner in their hand,

In his service faithful found.

What our foes? Each thought impure;

Passions fierce, that tear the soul;

Every ill that we can cure ;

Every crime we can control; —

Every suffering which our hand

Can with soothing care assuage ;

Every evil of our land ;

Every error of our age.

On, then, to the glorious field!

He who dies his life shall save ;

God himself shall be our shield,

He shall bless and crown the brave.

BCLFINCH.

70.

Ready. Missy Chant, 16.

Our spirits lay their noblest powers,

As offerings, on thy holy shrine :

Thine was the strength that nourished

ours, —
The soldiers of the Cross are thine.
While watching on our arms at night,
We saw thine angels round us move;
We heard thy call, we felt thy light,
And followed, trusting to thy love.
Send us where'er thou wilt, O Lord!
Through rugged toil and wearying fight;
Thy conquering love shall be our sword,
And faith in thee our truest might.
Send down thy constant aid, we pray;
Be thy pure angels with lie* Still ;
Thy Truth, be that our firmest stay ;
Our onlv rest, to do thy will.

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On the field. £££** I 73. The battle-field. Missy Cka«% l6.

0 blest is he to whom is given '
_, The instinct that can tell
lhat God is on the field, when Il-
ls most invisible!

And blest is he who can divine

Where real right doth lie
And dares to take the side that seems

H rong to man's blindfold eye !
O, learn to scorn the praise of men!

O, learn to lose— with God!
For Jesus won the world through shame

And beckons thee his road. '

And right is right, since God is God-

And right the day must win: '

-To doubt would be disloyalty

To falter would be sin*! '

72. Back to the field.

F. W. FABER.

Arlington, 19.
Dtmdee, 22.

HToahin\'VViT who.^««with God,

lo him no chance is lost ;

Gods will,, sweetest to him when
It triumphs at his cost.

Workman of God! 0 lose not heart,
But learn what God is like •

And in the darkest battle-field
Thou shalt know where to strike.

Muse on his justice, downcast son:!

Muse, and take better heart •
Back with thine angel to the field

And bravely do thy part. '

For right is right, since God is God •

tA d tnght the cla-v mu*t win • '
To doubt would be disloyalty
lo falter would be sin"' *

*". W. FABER.

0 nerve thy spirit to the proof,

And blench not at thy chosen lot '

lie timid good may stand aloof

Ine sage may frown -yet faint thou not

Heed not the shaft too surely cast,

lhe foul and hissing bolt of scorn •

For with thy side shall dwell, at list

lhe victory of endurance born.

Old Error, wounded, writhes in pain
And dies amid her worshippers: '
Truth, crushed to earth, shall rise again ■
Th eternal years of God are hers ' '

W. C. BRVAXT.

Victory. Telemann, 41.

■Stainless soldier on the walla '
Knowing this, he knows no niore,-
\\ hoso fights, and whoso falls
Justice conquers evermore!
He who battles on her side
God, though he were ten times slain
Crowns him victor glorified
\ ictor over death and pain.

And forever! But his foe
belf-assured that he prevails
bees aloft the red right Arm
fetraight redress the eternal scales.

R. IV. Emerson,

The hero. Pieyel, 40.

Give, 0 earth, a hero's grave'
Fush it with thy fairest bloom —
Bluest of forget-me-nots
For a stainless soldier's tomb !
He was fellow with them all
\\ earers of the blue and grav
Men who told that they must' die,
Only asked to know the wav

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Ever first in freedom's van,
Took his breast the sheaf of spears :
Here is loss too deep for words,
Here is grief too proud for tears.

Onward, where he led the way !
Many more will have to fall
Ere the glorious banner waves
Peace and triumph over all.

J. W. CHADWICK.

76, The bravest. Nuremburg, 39.

One low grave, yon trees beneath,
Bears no roses, wears no wreath ;
Yet no heart more high and warm
Ever dared the battle-storm.

Never gleamed a prouder eye
In the front of victory;
Never foot had firmer tread
On the field where hope lay dead,

Than are hid within this tomb
Where the untended grasses bloom;
Where no colors wrapt the breast
As a hero sank to rest.

Heart of duty, dauntless will,
Dreams that life could ne'er fulfil,
Here lie buried, — here in peace
Tireless service found release.

Kneeling where a woman lies,
Spent in willing sacrifice,
I strew lilies on the grave
Of the bravest of the brave.

T. W. Higginson.

77.

Lowly Service. Simeon, 30.

Father, I know that all my life

Is portioned out for me ;
The changes that must surely come

I do not fear to see ;
I ask thee for a present mind,

Intent on pleasing thee.

I would not have the restless will

That hurries to and fro,
Seeking for some great thing to do,

Or secret thing to know ;
I would be dealt with as a child,

And guided where I go.

I ask thee for the daily strength
To none that ask denied ;

A mind to blend with outward life
While keeping at thy side;

Content to fill a little space,
If thou be glorified.

Briers beset my every path,
That call for patient care ;

There is a cross in every lot,
An earnest need for prayer:

But lowly hearts that lean on thee
Are happy anywhere.

ANNA L WARING.

78.

One by one. Stockwel'K 49.

One by one the sands are flowing,

One by one the moments fall:
Some are coming, some are going ;

Do not strive to grasp them all.
One by one thy duties wait thee —

Let thy whole strength go to each :
Let no future dreams elate thee ;

Learn thou first what these can teach.
One by one, bright gifts from heaven,

Joys are lent thee here below :
Take them readily when given;

Ready, too, to let them go.
One by one thy griefs shall meet thee, —

Do not fear an armed band :
One will fade as others greet thee,

Shadows passing through the land.
Every hour that fleets so slowly

Hath its task to do or bear :
Luminous the crown and holy,

If thou set each gem with care.

ADELAIDE A. PROCTER.

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O could we learn true sacrifice
What lights would all around us rise »
HoV would our hearts with wisdom talk
Along life's dullest, dreariest walk !
The trivial round, the common task
U ould furnish all we ought to ask —
Room to deny ourselves; a road
To bring us daily nearer God.

Seek we no more: content with these
Let present comfort, rapture, ease,
As heaven shall bid them, come and o-0-_
The secret this of rest below.

Only, O Lord, in thy dear love
Fit us for perfect rest above;
And help us, this and every dav,
To hve more nearly as we pray.' '

J.KEBLE.

30. Divine alchemy. Charming, 58.

Give me, my God, to feel thee in my jov
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Give me to feel thee in this slight annoy,
lnat turns to hope through thy line al-
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Give me, within the work that calls to-

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To see thy finger gejitly beckoning on-
Let struggle grow to freedom, work to play
And toil, begun from thee, to thee be

done.

I lay each humblest hope within my

prayer ;
To thee no high seraphic aims I bring •
My daily bread, rest, strength for common

care, —
Yet all is truth within my offering.

And thou, whose fire forms rubies out of

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Add thou the grace, while in the truth I
pray, -

And this poor heart-cry into music turn.

/. F. Clarke.

81. The citv of God. ^*«^ 22.

Arlington, 19.
Ix thee my powers, my treasures, live ■

10 thee mv life must tend ■
Giving thyself, thou all dost give

O soul-sufficing Friend !
And wherefore should I seek above

The City in the sky,
Since firm in faith, and deep in love

Its broad foundations lie?
Since in a life of peace and prayer,
Nor known on earth nor praised
By humblest toil, by ceaseless care'

Its holy towers are raised.
Where pain the soul hath purified

And penitence hath shriven.
And truth is crowned and glorified
There— only there— is heaven.'

ELIZA SCl'DDER.

82. The elixir. Momington, 34.

Teach me, my God and King,

In all things thee to see ;
And what I do in anything,

To do it as for thee.

To scorn the senses' sway

While still to thee I tend ;
In all I do be thou the way '

In all be thou the end. *

All may of thee partake:

Nothing can be so mean,
That with the tincture "For thv sake "

\\ ill not grow bright and clean.

My heart, learn well this clause

And all thy work will shine ■
To toil as for his holy laws

Makes drudgery divine !

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Lord! what offering shall we bring,
At thine altars when we bow ?
Hearts, the pure, unsullied spring
Whence the kind affections flow;

Quiet thoughts at peace with all ;
Wrongs forgiven into rest ;
Sympathy intent to call
Sorrow from the wounded breast;

Willing hands to lead the blind,
Bind the wounded, feed the poor;
Love, embracing all our kind,
Charity, with liberal store.

Teach us, 0 thou heavenly King!
Thus to show our grateful mind,
Thus the accepted offering bring,—
Love to thee, and all mankind.

John Taylor.

84.

Prayer-answer. Mortdngion, 34.

At first I prayed for Light:—

Could I but see the way,
How gladly, swiftly would I walk

To everlasting day !

And next I prayed for Strength:—

That I might tread the road
With firm unfaltering feet, and win

The heaven's serene abode.

And then I asked for Faith:—

Could I but trust my God,
I'd live enfolded in his peace,

Though foes were all abroad.

But now I pray for Love ;

Deep love to God and man;
A living love that will not fail,

However dark his plan ; —

And Light and Strength and Faith

Are opening everywhere!
God only waited for me till

I prayed the larger prayer.

Mrs. E. D. Cheney.

85. Out Of Self. Nuremburg, 39.

What thou wilt, O Father, give !
All is gain that I receive :
Let the lowliest task be mine,
Grateful, so the work be thine.
Let me find the humblest place
In the shadow of thy grace ;
Let me find in thine employ
Peace that dearer is th?u joy.
If there be some weaker one,
Give me strength to help Mm on ;
If a blinder soul there be,
Let me guide him nearer thee.
Make my mortal dreams come true
With the work I fain would do ;
Clothe with life the weak intent,
Let me be the thing I meant !
Out of self to love be led,
And to heaven acclimated,
Until all things sweet and good
Seem my natural habitude.

JOHN 0. WHITTIER.

gg# Fellowship. Simeon, 30

Wherever in the world I am,

In whatsoe'er estate,
I have a fellowship with hearts

To keep and cultivate ;
A work of lowly love to do,

For him on whom I wait.
I ask thee for a thoughtful love,

Through constant watching wise
To meet the glad with joyful smiles,

And wipe the weeping eyes ;
A heart at leisure from itself,

To soothe and sympathize.
In service which thy will appoints,

There are no bonds for me:
My inmost heart is taught the truth

That makes thy children free —
A life of self-renouncing love

Is a life of liberty.

ANNA I.. WARING.

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Thixk gently of the erring one ;

0, let us not forget,
However darkly stained by sin,
THe is our brother vet !
Heir of the same inheritance,

Child of the self-same God,
He hath but fallen in the path

^ e have in weakness trod.
Speak gently to the erring ones!

We yet may lead them back,
U ith holy words, and tones of love

From misery's thorny track.
Forget not, brother, thou hast sinned

And sinful yet mav'st be ;
Deal gently with the erring'heart,

As God hath dealt with thee.

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88. Best prayer. Balerma, 21.

He prayeth well who loveth well

Both man and bird and beast,
For he hath offered to the Lord

^ ho giveth to his least.
He prayeth best who loveth best

All things both great and small
For the dear God who loveth us

He made and loveth all.

S. T. Coleridge.
89. The law Of love. Arlington, i9i

Make channels for the streams of love
A\ here they may broadlv run;
5? 2,\e ,has overflowing streams,
lo till them every one.
But if at any time we cease
Such channels to provide,
I he very founts of love for us

Will soon be parched and driea.
For we must share, if we would keep,

That blessing from above;
Ceasing to give, we cease to have •—
Such is the law of love. RC.TRESCH.

90.

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The seed. ™fra'S

Hebron, 13.

Now is the seed-time; God alone,
Beyond our vision weak and dim,
Beholds the end of what is sown :
Ihe harvest time is hid with him.
Yet unforgotten where it lies, '
Though seeming on the desert cast,
Ihe seed of generous sacrifice,
Shall rise with bloom and fruit, at last.
And he who blesses most is blest ;
*i°ir ^ou and man shall own his worth
W ho toils to leave as his bequest
An added beautv to the earth

J. G. WHITTIER.

91,

Long life. Misty Chant, 16.

He hveth long who liveth well ;
All else is life but thrown away :
He hveth longest who can tell
Of true things truly done each day.

Then fill each hour with what will last:
Buy up the moments as they go ;
The life above, when this is past'
Is the ripe fruit of life below.

Sow love, and taste its fruitage pure ;
Sow peace, and reap its harvest bright;
Sow sunbeams on the rock and moor
And find a harvest-home of light.

92.

The bond. Arlington, 19.

Bexeath the shadow of the cross,
As earthly hopes remove,

His new commandment Jesus gives
His blessed word of Love.

O Bond of union strong and deep!

O Bond of perfect peace !
Not even the lifted cross can harm.

If we but hold to this.

BOYLSTON. S. M.

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And swift our feet shall move

To deeds of pure self-sacrifice,
And the sweet tasks of love.

S. LONGFELLOW.

93.

The cross.

Nuremburg, 39.

Conant, 36.

When my love to God grows weak,
When for deeper faith I seek,
Then in thought I go to thee,
Garden of Gethsemane !
There I walk amid the shades,
While the lingering twilight fades;
See that suffering, friendless one
Weeping, praying there, alone.
When my love for man grows weak,
When for stronger faith I seek,
Hill of Calvary ! I go -
To thy scenes of fear and woe ;-
There behold his agony,
Suffered on the bitter tree ;
See his anguish, see his faith ;
Love triumphant still in death.
Then to life I turn again,
Learning all the worth of pain,
Learning all the might that lies
In a full self-sacrifice.

Anon.

94. Come unto me. Nuremburg, 39.

€ome, said Jesus' sacred voice,
•Come and make my paths your choice:
I will guide you to your home;
Weary pilgrim, hither come!
Thou who, houseless, sole, forlorn,
Long hast borne the proud world's scorn.
Long hast roamed the barren waste
Weary pilgrim, hither haste!
Te who, tossed on beds of pain,
Seek for ease, and seek in vain;
Ye whose swollen, sleepless eyes
Watch to see the morning rise ;

Ye, by fiercer anguish torn,
In remorse for guilt who mourn,
Here repose your heavy care ;
Who the stings of sin can bear?

Sufferers, come ! For here is found
Balm that flows for every wound,
Peace that ever shall endure,
Rest eternal, sacred, sure.

Mrs. A. L. Barbauld.

Jesus.

Old IJ2, 29.

95.

He cometh not a king to reign,

The world's long hope is dim;
The weary centuries watch in vain

The clouds of heaven for him.
But warm, sweet, tender, even yet

A present help is he;
And faith has still its Olivet,

And love its Galilee.
The healing of his seamless dress

Is by our beds of pain ;
We touch him in life's throng and press,

And we are whole again.
O Friend and Teacher of us all !

Whate'er our name or sign,
Thy words like heavenly music fall,

And draw our lives to thine.

J. G. Whittier.

96# Incarnation. Logan, 25.

O Love! O Life! our faith and sight

Thy presence maketh one :
As through transfigured clouds of white

We trace the noonday sun-
So to our mortal eyes subdued,

Flesh-veiled but not concealed,
We know in thee the fatherhood

And heart of God revealed.

We faintly hear, we dimly see,
In differing phrase we pray ;

But dim or clear, we own in thee
The Light, t> e T^uth, the Way.

LABAN. S. M.

Dr. L. Mason.

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What may thy service be? —

Nor name, nor form, nor ritual pride,
But simply following thee.

The heart shall ring thy Christmas bells,
Kind deeds thine altars raise,

Our faitli and hope thy canticles,
And our obedience praise !

j. G. Whittier.

97. Yet speaketh. Logan, 25.

Immortal by their deed and word

Like light around them shed,
Still speak the prophets of the Lord,

Still live the sainted dead.
The voice of old by Jordan's flood

Yet floats upon the air;
We hear it in beatitude,

In parable and prayer.
And still the beauty of that life

Shines star-like on our way,
And breathes its calm amid the strife

And burden of to-day.
Earnest of life forevermore,

That life of dutv here,—
The trust that in the darkest hour

Looked forth and knew no fear !
Spirit of Jesus, still speed on !

Speed on thy conquering wav,
Till every heart the Father own

And all his will obey!

F. L. HOSMER.

98, Fellowship. Mann, 14.

Wherever through the ages rise

The altars of self-sacrifice,

Where love its arms hath opened wide

Or man for man has calmly died,

We see the same white wings outspread

That hovered o'er the Master's head-

And in all lands beneath the sun

The heart affirmeth, "Love is one."

Up from undated time thev come,
The martyr-souls of heathendom,'
And to his cross and passion bring
Their fellowship of suffering.

And the great marvel of their death
To the one order witnesseth —
Each, in his measure, but a part
Of thy unmeasured Over-Heart !

j. G. Whittier.

99.

Our guides.

Italian, 57.

All hail, God's angel, Truth."
In whose immortal youth

Fresh graces shine:
To her sweet majesty,
Lord, help usjbend the knee,
And all her beauty see,

And wealth divine.

Thanks for the names that light
The path of Truth and Right

And Freedom's wav:
For all whose life doth prove
The might of Faith, Hope, Love,
Thousands of hearts to move,

A power to-day !

Thanks for the heart of Love,
Kin to thine own above,

Tender and brave ;
Ready to bear the cross,
To suffer pain and loss,-
And earthly good count dross,

In toils to save.

May their dear memory be
True guide, O Lord, to thee,

With saints of yore;
And may the work thev wrought
The truth of God they taught,
The good for man they sought,

Spread evermore !

W. Newell.

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100.

Unfound, unlost. Pilgrims, 6i.

I cannot find thee ! Still on restless pin-

ion

My spirit beats the void where thou
dost dwell :
I wander lost through all thy vast domin-
ion,

And shrink beneath thy light ineffable.

I cannot find thee! E'en when most
adoring
Before thy shrine I bend in lowliest
prayer,
Beyond these bounds of thought my
thought upsoaring
From furthest quest comes back: thou
art not there.

Yet high above the limits of my seeing,
And folded far within the inmost heart,
And deep below the deeps of conscious
being,
Thy splendor shineth: there, 0 God,
thou art !

I cannot lose thee! Still in thee abiding,
The end is clear, how wide soe'er I
roam :
The law that holds the worlds my steps
is guiding,—
&nd I must rest at last in thee, my
home !

KLIZA SCUDDEB.

101.

Whom but thee. Melton, 59.

Thou Life within my life, than self more

near !
Thou veiled Presence infinitely dear!
From all my nameless weariness, I flee
To find my "centre and my rest in thee.

Take part with me against there doubts

that rise
And seek to throne thee far in distant

skies!
Take part with me against this self that

dares
Assume the burden of these sins and

cares!
How can I call thee who art always here —
How shall I praise thee who art still

most dear, —
What, may I give thee save what thou

hast given, —
And whom but thee have I in earth or

heaven?

ELIZA SCCDDER.

102. Mother and child. Marlow, 27

My child is lying on my knees ;

The signs of heaven she reads ;
My face is all the heaven she sees,

Is all the heaven she needs.
I mean her well so earnestly,

Unchanged in changing mood;
My life would go without a sigh

To bring her something good.
I also am a child, and I

Am ignorant, and weak ;
I gaze upon the starry sky,

And then I must not speak :
For all behind the starry sky,

Behind the world so broad,
Behind men's hearts and souls doth lie

The Infinite of God.
Lo! Lord, I sit in thy wide space,

My child upon my knee;
She looketh up unto my face,

And I look up to thee.

Q. MACDONALD.

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So far, so near. ^7^' 22'

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O thou, in all thy might so far,

In all thy love so near,—
beyond the range of sun and star,

And yet beside us here :—
What heart can comprehend thv name,

Or, searching, find thee out?
Who art within, a quickening Flame,

A Presence round about!
Yet though I know thee but in part,

I ask not, Lord, for more :
Enough for me to know thou art,

To love thee and adore!
O sweeter than aught else besides,

The tender mystery
That like a veil of shadow hides

The Light I may not see !
And dearer than all things I know
- Is childlike faith to me,
That makes the darkest way I go

An open path to thee.

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104.

Within. Boylston, 32.

In thine own being, thine,

Not elsewhere, search for his;
Not in some outer heaven and earth;

Within he speaks and is.

No voice can speak his voice;

No words his essence tell ;
Felt beyond feeling's conscious verge

Is he in whom we dwell.

Enough to know him here,

Far, near, within, around:—
The heavenly treasure swiftly flies

Before the touch of sound.

In silence hold thy faith,

Unspeakable, alone;
The unknown future ever lies

Hid in the God unknown.

F. T. PALGRAVE.

105. Very near. Missy Chant, 16

O sometimes comes to soul and sense
The feeling which is evidence
That very near about us lies
The realm of spirit-mysteries.
The low and dark horizon lifts,
To light the scenic terror shifts;
The breath of a diviner inr
Blows down the answer of a prayer.
Then all our sorrow, pain, and doubt
A great compassion clasps about;
And law and goodness, love and force
Are wedded fast beyond divorce.
Then duty leaves to love its task,
The beggar Self forgets to ask ;
We feel, as flowers the sun and dew,
The One True Life our own renew.

J. G. WHITTIER,

106. The hidden life.

Nuremburg, 39.
Conant, 36.

Mid the lurking fears that start

When we search life's hidden springs,

Voice of God within the heart,

Wak( 11 us to braver things!

Tell us of a Force behind

All we see, Supreme and One;

Tell us of a larger Mind

Than the partial power we own.

Teach us that what now we know

To thy unknown leads the way,

As the dawn that faint and low

Prophesies the perfect day.

Wearied with the golden glare,

With the noise of outward things,

Take us to thy larger air,

To the freedom of our wings!

Soul of Nature, hidden nigh,

Shaping all this outward mask",

In the silence round our cry,

Lo, we hear thee as we ask !

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All is well.

Ward, 18.

O, yet we trust that somehow good
Will be the final goal of ill,
To pangs of nature, sins of will,

Defects of doubt, and taints of blood!
We hear at times a sentinel
Who moves about from place to place,
And whispers to the worlds of space
In the deep night, that all is well.
And all is well, though faith and form
Be sundered in the night of fear ;
Well roars the storm to those that hear
Thy deeper voice across the storm !
Our little systems have their day :
They have their day and cease to be;
Thev are but broken lights of thee,
And thou, O Lord, art more than they !

A. TEXXYSOX.

St. Agnes, 3 1 .
108. The eternal goodness. Ar/iffg[on,l9.

Firm, in the maddening maze of things,

And tossed by storm and flood,
To one fixed stake my spirit clings —

I know that God is good !
Not mine to look where cherubim

And seraphs may not see-
But nothing can be good in him

Which evil is in me.
The wrong that pains my soul below

I dare not throne above ;
I know not of his hate.— I know

His goodness and his love.
And thou, O Lord, by whom are seen

Thv creatures as they be,
Forgive me, if too close I lean

Mv human heart on thee !

J.G. WHITTIER.

109. Weary. Jerome, 65.

To-day, beneath thy chastening eye,
I crave alone for peace and rest ;
Submissive in thv hand to lie,
And feel that it is best.

A marvel seems the Universe ;
A miracle our life and death ;
A mystery which I cannot pierce,
Around, above, beneath.

And now my spirit sighs for home,
And longs for light whereby to see,
And. like a weary child, would come
O Father, unto thee'

To-day in lowliness of mind
I make my humble wishes known,—
I onlv ask a will resigned
6 Father, to thine own !

J. G. WHITTIER.

110. Lead tnou me on! Farker> 69-

Lead, Kindly Light, amid the encircling
gloom,

Lead thou me on !
The night is dark, and I am far from
home :

Lead thou me on!
Keep thou my feet : I do not ask to see
The distant scene; one step enough for

me.
I was not ever thus, nor prayed that thou

Shouldst lead me on;
I loved to choose and see my path; but
now
Lead thou me on !
I loved day's dazzling light, and, spite of

fear-.
Pride ruled my will : remember not past

years!
So long thv power hath blessed me, surely
still

T will lead me on
Through dreary doubt, through pain and
sorrow, till

The night is gone,
\nd with the morn those angel faces smile
Which I have loved long since, and ost

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Our help.

Arlington, 1 9.
Dundee, 22.

O God, our help in ages past,
Our hope for years to come,

Our shelter from the stormy blast,
And our eternal home, — *

Before the hills in order stood,
Or earth received her frame,

From everlasting thou art God,
To endless years the same.

Under the shadow of thy throne

Thy children dwell secure;
Sufficient is thine arm alone,

And their defence is sure.

0 God, our help in ages past,
Our hope for years to come,

Be thou our guard while life shall last,
And our eternal home !

1. watts.

112,

God,

Manoah, 26.
Baler ma, 21

There is an Eye that never sleeps
Beneath the wing of night ;

There is an Ear that never shuts
AVhen sink the beams of light.

There is an Arm that never tires
When human strength gives way;

There is a Love that never fails
When earthly loves decay.

That Eye unseen o'erwatcheth all ;

That Arm upholds the sky :
That Ear doth hear the sparrow's call

That Love is ever nigh.

Anon.

113.

My helper. Naomi, 28.

I cannot walk in darkness long,
My Light is by my side ;

I cannot stumble or'go wrong
While following such a gufde.

He is mv stav and my defence ; —

How shall I fail or fall?
My helper is Omnipotence,

My ruler ruleth all !
The powers below and powers above

Are subject to his care: —
I cannot wander from his love

Who loves me everywhere.

MRS. C. A MASON.

114. Everlasting arms. Amsterdam, 52.

See the Lord, thy Keeper, stand

Omnipotentlv near;
Lo! he holds thee by the hand

And banishes thy "fear;
Shadows from the heat thy head.
Guards from all impending harms ;
Round thee and beneath are spread

The everlasting arms.
God shall bless thy going out,

Shall bless thy coming" in,
Kindly compass thee about

And save thee from thy sin.
He is still thy sure defence ;
Thou his constant care shalt prove,
Kept by watchful Providence

And ever-waking Love.

C. Wesley.

115.

God is love.

Benneson, 44.
Stockivell, 49,

God is Love: his mercy brightens

All the path in which we rove :
Bliss he wakes and woe he lightens;

God is wisdom, God is love.
Chance and change are busy ever ;

Man decays, and ages move ;
But his mercy waneth never;

God is wisdom, God is love.
Even the hour that darkest seemeth

Will his changeless goodness prove;
From the mist his brightness streameth

God is wisdom, God is love.

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Hope and comfort from above:

Everywhere his glory shineth ;
God is wisdom, God is love.

J. BOWRINO.

116 A- thankful heart. Naomi, 28.

Father, whate'er of earthly bliss

Thy sovereign hand denies,
Accepted at thy throne of grace,

Let this petition rise ;—
Give me a calm, a thankful heart,

From everv murmur free ;
The blessings of thy grace impart,

And make me live to thee.
Let the sweet thought that thou art mine

My life and death attend ;
Thy presence through my journey shine,

And bless my journey's end.

ANNE STEELE,

__ . . Balert)ia, 21.

117. A steadfast heart. Ariington, lg.

While thee I seek, Protecting Power,

Be my vain wishes stilled;
And may this consecrated hour

With better hopes be filled.
Thy love the powers of thought bestowed ;

To thee my thoughts would soar;
Thy mercv o'er my life has flowed ;

That mercy I adore !
In each event of life, how clear

Thy ruling hand I see!
Each blessing to my soul more dear,

Because conferred by thee.
In every joy that crowns my days,

In every pain I bear,
My heart shall find delight in praise,

Or seek relief in prayer.
When gladness wings my favored hour,

Thy love my thoughts shall fill;
Resigned, when storms of sorrow lower,
My soul shall meet thy will.

My lifted eye without a tear
The gathering storm shall see;

My steadfast heart shall know no fear;
That heart shall rest on thee!

HELEN M. WILLIAMS.

118

A patient heart. Milton, 15

None loves me, Father, with thy love,
None else can meet such needs as mine;
O, grant me, as thou shalt approve,
All that befits a child of thine!
From every doubt and fear release,
And give me confidence and peace.
Give me a faith shall never fail,
One that shall always work by love ;
And then, whatever foes assail,
They shall but higher courage move
More boldly for the truth to strive,
And more by faith in thee to live.
A heart, that, when my days are glad,
May never from thy way decline,
And when the sky of life grows sad,
May still submit its will to thine —
A heart that loves to trust in thee,
A patient heart, create in me!

FROM THK GERMAN.

119. Waiting. Boylston, 32.

Not so in haste, my heart !

Have faith in God and wait ;
Although he seem to linger long,

He never comes too late.

He never comes too late ;

He knoweth what is best:
Vex not thyself,— it is in vain ;

Until he oometh, rest.

Until he cometh, rest,

Nor grudge the hours that roll ;
The feet that wait for God,— 't is they

Are soonest at the goal.

Are soonest at the goal

That is not gained by speed ;
Then hold thee still, O restless heart,

For I shall wait his lead. B. T.

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For calm.

Germany, n,

Calm Soul of all things! make it mine
To feel, amid the city's jar,
That there abides a peace of thine
Man did not make, and cannot mar !
The will to neither strive nor cry,
The power to feel with others, give!
Calm, calm me more! nor let me die
Before I have begun to live.

M. ARNOLD.

121. Unknown morrows. Webb, 54.

Set free from present sorrow,

We cheerfully can say,
"E'en let the unknown morrow

Bring with it what it may."
It can bring with it nothing

But he will bear us through :
Who gives the lilies clothing,

Will clothe his people too.
Beneath the spreading heavens

No creature but is fed ;
And he who feeds the ravens

Will give his children bread.
Our God the same abiding,

His praise shall.tune mv voice;
For, while in him confiding,

I cannot but rejoice.

W. COWPER.

122. Day by day. Noyes, 38.

Day by day the manna fell:
O to learn this lesson well !
Still by constant mercy fed,
Give me, Lord, my daily bread.
"Day by day," the promise reads,
Daily strength for dailv needs:
Cast foreboding fears away,—
Take the manna of to-day".
Lord, my times are in thv hand :
All my eager hopes have planned
To thy wisdom I resign,
And would mould my will to thine.

Thou my daily task shalt give;
Day by day to thee I live;
So shall added years fulfil
Not my own, my Father's will.

O, to live exempt from care

By the energy of prayer,

Strong in faith, with mind subdued

Yet aglow with gratitude!

J. CONDER.

123. In thy hand. Laban, 33.

"My times are in thy hand:"
My God, I'd have them there!

My life, my friends, my soul, I leave
Entirely to thy care.

"My times are in thy hand,"
Whatever they may" be,
Pleasing or painful, dark or bright,
As best may seem to thee.

"My times are in thy hand:"
Why should I doubt' or fear?
My Father's hand will never cause
His child a needless tear.

"My times are in thy hand: "
I'll always trust in thee;
In life, in death, within thy hand
May they for ever be !

Anon.

124. Labor ! wait ! Joy, 66.

Every day hath toil and trouble,

Every heart hath care:
Meekly bear thine own full measure,

And thy brother's share.
Fear not, shrink not, though the burden

Heavy to thee prove:
God shall fill thy mouth with gladness,

And thy heart with love.

Patiently enduring ever,

Let thy spirit be
Bound, by links that cannot sever,

To humanity.

PLEYEL'S HYMN,

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Ere his task was done :
Count not lost thy fleeting moments;

Life hath but begun.
Labor! wait! though midnight shadows

Gather round thee here,
And the storm above thee lowering

Fill thy heart with fear-
Wait in hope! the morning dawneth

When the night is gone,
And a peaceful rest awaits thee

When thy work is done.

BAILEY.

125. Awake our souls! Ward, 18.

Awake our souls! away our fears!
Let every trembling thought be gone!
Awake, and run the heavenly race,
And put a cheerful courage on.
True, 't is a strait and thorny road,
And mortal spirits tire and faint ;
But thev forget the mighty God,
Who feeds the strength of every saint!
The mighty God, whose matchless power
Is ever new and ever young,
And firm endures, while endless years
Their everlasting circles run ■

I. WATTS.

126. Undismayed. Laban, 33.

Give to the winds thy fears!

Hope and be undismayed !
God hears thv sighs and counts thy tears,

God shall lift up thy head.

Through waves, through clouds and
storms,

He gentlv clears thy way;
Wait thou his time! so shall the night

Soon end in joyous day.

He everywhere hath rule,

And all things serve his might;
His every act pure blessing is,

His path, unsullied light.

Thou comprehend'st him not ;
Yet earth and heaven tell,
God sits as sovereign on the throne ;
He ruleth all things well.

r. gekhakdt: tr. by j. wesley.

127,

Providence. Arlington, 17

God moves in a mysterious way

His wonders to perform ;
He plants his footsteps in the sea,

And rides upon the storm.

Ye fearful souls, fresh courage take!

The clouds ye so much dread
Are big with mercy, and shall break

In blessings on your head.

Judge not tne Lord by feeble sense,
But trust him for his grace ;

Behind a frowning providence
He hides a smiling face.

Blind unbelief is sure to err,
And scan his work in vain;

God is his own interpreter,
And he will make it plain.

W. COWPJCR.

128.

Burdens dropped. j?^Zo%3i

How gentle God's commands!
How kind his precepts are!
" Come cast your burdens on the Lord,
And trust his constant care."

While Providence supports,
Let hearts securely dwell :
That hand which bears all Nature up
Shall guide his children well.

Why should this anxious load
Press down vour weary mind?
Haste to your heavenly Father's face,
And sweet refreshment find.

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His goodness stands approved
Down to the present day:
I'll drop my burden at his feet,
And bear a song away !

P. DODDRIDGE.

129. Oil the deep. Arlington, 19.

Thy way is in the deep, O Lord!

E'en there we'll go with thee:
We'll meet the tempest at thy word,

And walk upon the sea.
Poor tremblers at his rougher wind,

Why do we doubt him so?
Who gives the storm a path will find

The way our feet shall go.
A moment may his hand seem lost,—

Drear moment of delay ;
We cry, "Lord, help the tempest-tost!"

And safe we're borne away.
0 happy soul, of faith divine,

Thy victory how sure !
The love that kindles joy is thine,

The patience to endure. AXOX>

130. God-Speed. Simeon, 30.

Go not far from me, O my God,

Whom all my times obey ;
Take from me anything thou wilt,

But go not thou away,—
And let the storm that does thy work

Deal with me as it may !
When I am feeble as a child,

And flesh and heart give way,
Then on thine everlasting strength

With passive trust I stay, —
\.nd the rough wind becomes a song

The darkness shines like day !
Oeep unto deep may call, but I

With peaceful heart will say,
Thy loving-kindness hath a charge

No waves can wrest away :
Then let the storm that speeds me home

Deal with me as it may !

ANNA L WARING. I

131.

Led.

Simeon. 30.

Sweet is the solace of thy love,
My Heavenly Friend, to me,'

While through the hidden way of faith
I journey home to thee,

Learning by quiet thankfulness
As a dear child to be.

Oft, in a dark and lonely place,

I hush my hastened breath,
To hear the comfortable words

Thy loving Spirit saith ;
And feel my safety in thy hand

From every kind of death.

O, there is nothing in the world

To weigh against thy will !
E'en the dark times I dread the most

Thy covenant fulfil ;
And when the pleasant morning dawns,

I find thee with me still.

Still in the solitary place

I would awhile abide,
Till with the solace of thy love

My heart be satisfied,
And ail my hopes of happiness

Stay calmly at thy side.

ANNA L. WARING.

132.

I look to thee. Horeb, 64.

I look to thee in every need,

And never look in vain ;
I feel thy touch, Eternal Love,

And all is well again ;
The thought of thee is mightier far
Than sin and pain and sorrow are.

Discouraged in the work of life,

Disheartened by its load,
Shamed by its failures or its fears,

I sink beside the road ,-—
But let me only think of thee,
And then ""w he<, t springs up in me.

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Thy calmness bends serene above,

My restlessness to still;
Around me flows thy quickening life

To nerve my faltering will;
Thy presence fills my solitude ;
Thy providence turns all to good.

Embosomed deep in thy dear love,

Held in thy law, I stand;
Thv hand in all things I behold,

And all things in thy hand:
Thou leadest me by unsought ways.
And turn'st my mourning into praise.

S. LOXGFELU'W.

133.

Love of God.

Si. Agnes, 31.

Arlington, 19.

Thou Grace Divine, encircling all,

A shoreless, soundless sea,
Wherein at last our souls must fall, —

O Love of God most free !
When over dizzy heights we go,

One soft hand blinds our eyes,
The other leads us safe and slow,—

O Love of God most wise!
And though we turn us from thy face,

And wander wide and long,
Thou hold'st us still in thine embrace —

O Love of God most strong!
The saddened heart, the restless soul,

The toil-worn frame and mind,
Alike confess thy sweet control —

O Love of God most kind!
And filled and quickened by thy breath,

Our souls are strong and free
To rise o'er sin and fear and death,

0 Love of God ! to thee.

ELIZA SCL'DDER.

134. A11 as God wi,ls« Baler ma, 21.

All as God wills! who wisely heeds

To give or to withhold,
And knoweth more of all my needs

Than all my prayers have told.

Enough, that blessings undeserved
Have marked my erring track ;

That, whereso'er my feet have swerved,
Thy chastening turned me back ;

That* more and more a Providence

Of love is understood,
Making the springs of time and sense

Bright with eternal good;

That death seems but a covered way

Which opens into light,
Wherein no blinded child can stray

Beyond the Father's sight.

No longer forward or behind

I look, in hope or fear ;
But, grateful, take the good I find,

God's blessing, now and here.

J. G. WHITTIER.

135.

Thy will be done. Jerome, 65.

Thy will be done! In devious way
The hurrying stream of life may run;
Yet still our grateful hearts shall say,
Father, thy will be done !

Thy will be done! If o'er us shine
A gladdening and a prosperous sun.
This prayer shall make it more divine-
Father, thy will be done!
Thy will be done! Though shrouded o'er
Our path with gloom, one comfort, one
Is ours,— to breathe, while we adore,
Father, thy will be done!

J. BO WRING.

136,

My Shepherd. Portuguese, 60.

The Lord is my Shepherd, no want shall

I know;
I feed in green pastures, safe folded I rest:
He leadeth my soul where the still waters

flow,
Restores me when wandering, redeems

when oppressed.

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Through the valley and shadow of death

though I stray,
Since thou art my Guardian, no evil I fear ;
Thy rod shall defend me, thy staff be my

stay ;
No harm can befall, with my Comforter

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In the midst of affliction my table is
spread ;

With blessings unmeasured my cup run-
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As a king well-beloved thou crownest my
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O what shall I ask of thy providence more ?

Let goodness and mercy, my bountiful

God,
Still follow my steps till I meet thee

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And the way leadeth ever to mansions of

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137.

The Father. Conant, 36.

Can I see another's woe
And not be in sorrow too?
Can I see another's grief
And not seek for kind relief?

And can he who smiles on all
Hear the wren, with sorrows small,
Hear the small bird's grief and care,
Hear the woes that infants bear ;—

And not sit beside the nest,
Pouring pity in their breast?
And not sit both night and day,
Wiping all our tears away.

O no ! it can never be !

Never, never can it be !

Think not thou canst breathe a sigh,

And thy Maker is not by.

He doth give his joy to all :
He becomes an infant small
He becomes a man of woe ;
He doth feel the sorrow too.

138.

The Comforter. Milton, 15.

0, draw me, Father, after thee !
So shall I run and never tire :
With gracious words still comfort me ;
Be thou my hope, my sole desire ;
Free me from every weight; nor fear
Nor sin can come, if thou art near.

From all eternity, with love
Unchangeable thou hast me viewed ;
Ere knew this beating heart to move,
Thy tender mercies me pursued ;
Ever with me may they abide,
And close me in on every side.

In suffering be thy love my peace;
In weakness be thy love my power;
And. when the storms of life shall cease,
O Father, in my latest hour,
In death as life, be thou my guide,
And draw me closer to thv side !

Moravian.

139,

My all in all.

Milton, 15.

0 God ! my all in all thou art ;
My rest in toil, my ease in pain ;
The healing of my broken heart;
In strife my peace ; in loss my gain :
From hurt and grief and sin and shame,

1 hide me, Father, in thy name.

In want, my plentiful supply;
In weakness, my almighty power;
In bonds, my perfect liberty ;
My light in sorrow's darkest hour;
My swift redemption when I fall;
My life in death ; my all in all !

C. Wesley.

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140.

For strength,

Pilgrims, 6i.
Whit Her, 62.

Father, in thy mysterious presence
kneeling,

Fain would our souls feel all thy kind-
ling love ;
For we are weak, and need some deep re-
vealing
Of trust, and strength, and calmness
from above.

Lord, we have wandered forth through
doubt and sorrow,
And thou hast made each step an on-
ward one ;
And we will ever trust each unknown
morrow, —
Thou wilt sustain us till its work is done.

In the heart's depths a peace serene and
holy
Abides, and when pain seems to have
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Or we despair,— O, may that peace rise
slowly,
Stronger than agony, and we be still !

Now, Father, now, in thy dear presence
kneeling,
Our spirits yearn to feel thy kindling
love :
Now make us strong ! We need thy deep
revealing
Of trust, and strength, and calmness
from above.

S. JOHNSON.

141. Tne might of faith. Pilgrims, 61.

We will not weep; for God .is standing
by us,
And tears will blind us to the blessed
sight.
We will not doubt;— if darkness still doth
try us,
Our souls have promise of serenest light.

We will not faint; — if heavy burdens

bind us,

They press no harder than our souls

can bear ;

The thorniest way is lying still behind us,

We shall be braver for the past despair.

0, not in doubt shall be our journey's
ending!
Sin with its fears shall leave us at the
last;
All its best hopes in glad fulfilment
blending,
Life shall be with us when the death
is past!

W. H. HCRLBUT.

142.

The eternal years. Logan, 25.

How shalt thou bear the cross that now

So dread a weight appears ?
Keep quietly to God, and think

Of the Eternal Years.

Brave quiet is the thing for thee,

Chiding thy faithless fears ;
Learn to be real, from the thought

Of the Eternal Years.

Bear gently, suffer like a child,

Nor be ashamed of tears ,
Thine oil of gladness is the thought

Of the Eternal Years.

He practises all virtue well,
Who his own cross reveres,

And lives in the familiar thought
Of the Eternal Years.

143.

Filial trust. Federal St., 10.

My God ! I thank thee : may no thought
E'er deem thv chastisements severe ;
But may this'heart, by sorrow taught,
Calm each wild wish, each idle fear.

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Thy mercy bids all Nature bloom ;
The sun shines bright, and man is gay ;
Thine equal mercy spreads the gloom
That darkens o'er his little day.
Full many a throb of grief and pain
Thy frail and erring child must know ;
But not one prayer is breathed in vain,
Nor does one tear unheeded flow.
Thy various messengers employ !
Thy purposes of love fulfil !
And mid the wreck of human joy,
May kneeling faith adore thy will!

A. NORTON.

144. Blessed sorrows. Missy Chant, 16.

I bless thee, Lord, for sorrows sent
To break my dream of human power ;
For now my shallow cistern 's spent,
I find thy founts, and thirst no more'.
I take thy hand, and fears grow still ;
Behold thy face, and doubts remove :
Who would not yield his wavering will
To perfect Truth and boundless Love ?
That Love this restless soul doth teach
The strength of thine eternal calm ;
And tune its sad and broken speech
To join, on earth, the angels' psalm.
0 be it patient in thy hands,
And drawn, through each mysterious

hour,
To service of thy pure commands,
The narrow way to Love and Power !

S. JOHNSON.

145. Shaping. Manoah, 26.

Father, in memory's fondest place

I shrine those seasons sad,
When, looking up, I saw thy face

In kind austereness clad.
I would not miss one sigh or tear,
^ Heart-pang or throbbing brow ;'
sweet was the chastisement severe,

And sweet its memory now.

And such thy tender force be still,
When self would swerve or stray •

Shaping to truth the fro ward will "
Along thy narrow way.

J. H. NEWMAN.

Remoulded. AT,

Taomi. 28.

146.

Beneath thine hammer, Lord, I lie

With contrite spirit prone:
O, mould me till to self I die,

And live to thee alone!

With frequent disappointments sore

And many a bitter pain,
Thou laborest at my being's core

Till I be formed again.

Smite, Lord! Thine hammer's needful
wound

My baffled hopes confess;
Thine anvil is the sense profound

Of mine own nothingness.
Smite, till from all its idols free,

And filled with love divine, '
My heart shall know no good but thee

And have no will but thine.

F. H. HEDGE.

147. They that mourn. Logan, 25.

0 word divine, like healing balms

To hearts oppressed and torn,
Thy heavenly consolation falls—

"Blessed are they that mourn!"
To every hope by sorrow crushed

A nobler faith succeeds;
And life, by trials furrowed, bears

The fruit of loving deeds.
Who never mourned, hath never known

What treasures grief reveals:
The sympathies that humanize,

The tenderness that heals ;
The power to look within the veil

And learn the heavenly lore,
The key-word to life's mysteries,

So dark to us before ;

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Our human spirits are,
Baptized into the sanctities

Of suffering and of prayer!

W. H. Burleigh.

148. 0ur Calvary. Paul, 70.

God draws a cloud over each gleaming
morn :

Would we ask why?
It is because all noblest things are born

In agony.
Only upon some cross of pain or woe

God's son may lie ;
Each soul redeemed from self and sin
must know

Its Calvary.
Yet more than feeble hearts can ever pine

For holiness,
The Father, in his tenderness divine,

Yearneth to bless.
What though we fall, and bruised and
wounded lie,

Our lips in dust?
God's arm shall lift us up to victory :

In him we trust.
For neither life, nor death, nor things
below,

Nor things above,
Shall ever sever us that we should go

From his great love !

FRANCES P. COBBK.

149. Brightening skies. Mann, 14.

Never, my heart, wilt thou grow old!
My hair, be white ; my blood, ruR cold;
And one bv one, my powers, depart !
But youth sits smiling in my heart.
Downhill the path of age! O, no:
Up, up, with patient steps I go;
I watch the skes fast brightening there,
I breathe a sweeter, purer air.

Beside my road small tasks spring up,
Though but to hand the cooling cup,
Speak the true word of hearty cheer,
Tell the lone soul that God is near.

Beat on, my heart; and grow not old!
And when thy pulses all are told.
Let me, though working, loving still,
Kneel as I meet my Father's will.

MRS. L. J. HALL.

Ellacombe, 53.

Webb, 54.

150. lnt0 the shadows.

Around my path life's mysteries

Their deepening shadows throw;
And as I gaze and ponder,

They dark and darker grow.
Yet hark ! a voice above me,

Which says, "Wait, trust, and prari
The night will soon be over,

And light will come with day."

Amen! the light and darkness

Are both alike to thee —
Then to thy waiting servant

Alike they both shall be.
That great unending future !

I cannot pierce its shroud ;
But I nor doubt, nor tremble,—

God's bow is on the cloud.

To him I yield my spirit;

On him I lay my load:
Fear ends with death; beyond it

I nothing see but God.
Thus moving towards the darkness,

I calmly wait his call;
Seeing and fearing nothing,

Hoping and trusting all!

151. Safe to the land. Stephanos, 72.

I know not if or dark or bright

Shall be my lot;
If that wherein my hopes delight

Be best or not.

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By breath divine,
And on the helm there rests a hand

Other than mine.

How can I fear the storm to sail,

With him on board?
Above the raging of the gale

I hear my Lord.

He holds me when the billows smite;

I shall not fall.
If sharp, 'tis short ; if long, 'tis light ;

He tempers all.

Safe to the land! Safe to the land,

Unknown, but there!
And then with him go, hand in hand,

On, anywhere!

H. Alford.

152,

Assured. Manoah, 26.

I long for household voices gone,
For vanished smiles I long;

But God hath led my dear ones on,
And he can do no wrong.

I know not what the future hath

Of marvel and surprise,
Assured alone that life and death

His mercy underlies.

And if my heart and flesh are weak

To bear an untried pain,
The bruised reed he will not break,

But strengthen and sustain.

I know not where his islands lift
Their fronded palms in air;

I only know I cannot drift
Beyond his love and care.

And so beside the Silent Sea

I wait the muffled oar;
No harm from him can come to me

On ocean or on shore.

J. G. WHITTIER.

153.

Easter.

Stockwell, 49.
Benneson, 44.

Standing on the shore at morning,

I beheld the shining sea,
Saw the wreathing vapors mounting

Into heaven silently.

Standing on the hill at evening,
Clouds stooped gently over me,

Softly from the west ascending,
And the rain fell silently.

So, I cried, my Spirit's incense

Sure returneth unto me;
Upward breathing, falls in blessing

From our Father, silently.

So my life up-striving, soaring,
Where nor eye nor thought can see,

Comes again descending on me,
Filled with immortality.

And the bliss of hope awakens;

Earth and sky I clearer see;
And I carol, in my gladness,

Joyful hymn and melody.

J. V. BLAKE.

154.

Immortality. Russian, 71,

Father Omnipotent ! jovful and thankful,

Bring we the praises to thee belong;
Hopefulness, joyfulness in thy great mercy
Fill our waked spirits with sounding
song.
Hallowed and heavenly, Light shines
immortal
Through Life's open portal :

Open to faithfulness, open to sorrow,

Open to vision of saint and seer!
Death, where thy victory? where thy
great anguish ?
Hope cometh mighty, outcasting fear!
0 hope victorious! on us descending,
Earth and heaven blending!

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Glory and majesty break forth upon us,
Like unto splendors of morning skies!
Light beatifical! Life everlasting!

With thy great glory on us arise;
Lighten our heaviness, shine on our sor-
row,

Life's eternal morrow !

J. V. BLAKE.

__ , . Azmon, 20.

155. The dearer trust. SL Agne5^ 3I

My God, I rather look to thee

Than to my fancy fond,
And wait, till thou reveal to me

That fair and far Beyond.

I seek not of thy Eden-land
The forms and hues to know,

What trees in mystic order stand,
What strange, sweet waters flow;

What duties fill the heavenly day,

Or converse glad and kind;
Or how along each shining way

The bright processions wind.

O, sweeter far to trust in thee

While all is yet unknown,
And through the death-dark cheerily

To walk with thee alone!

In thee, my powers, my treasures live

To thee my life must tend;
Giving thyself, thou all dost give,

O soul-sufficing Friend !

ELTZA SCUDDER.

156. Service hereafter. Germany, n

I would my work were better done;
I would it were but just begun ;
For, listening where I waiting stand,
Comes music from the Better Land.

0 busy hand and heart and brain,
Why have ye toiled so long in vain?

1 feel that unknown world so near!
And yet rov snirit knows no fear.

For longer life I will not pray,
I will not ask another day ;
For the dear Father even yet-
New chance may give, new tasks may set.
Beyond the grave, to thee more true,
0, give me still thy work to do;
The power to serve thou'lt surely spare;
Shall not thy service wait me there?

MRS. L. i. HALL.

157.

Gone before. Manoah, 26.

Another hand is beckoning us,

Another call is given ;
And glows once more with angel-steps

The path that reaches heaven.
0, half we deemed she needed not

The changing of her sphere,
To give to heaven a shining one,

Who walked an angel here!
Alone unto our Father's will

One thought hath reconciled,
That he whose love exceedeth ours

Hath taken home his child.
Fold her, O Father! in thine arms,

And let her henceforth be
A messenger of love between

Our human hearts and thee.
Still let her mild rebuking stand

Between us and the wrong,
And her dear memory serve to make

Our faith in Goodness strong.

J. G. WH1TTIEK.

158* Tne silent land. Missy Chani, 16

God giveth quietness at last!

The common way once more is passet-

From pleading tears and lingerings fond

To fuller life and love beyond.

What to shut eves hath God revealed?

What hear the ears that death lias sealed :

What undreamed beauty passing show

Requites the loss of all we know?

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0 Silent Land to which we move!
Enough, if there alone be Love,
And mortal need can ne'er outgrow
What it is waiting to bestow !

J. G. Whittier.
„,.,_ — „ , Autumn, 43.

159. Footsteps of angels. F^^? ^

When the hours of day are numbered,

And the voices of the night
Wake the better soul that slumbered,

To a holy, calm, delight ;
With a slow and noiseless footstep

Come my messengers divine,
Take the vacant chair beside me,

Lay a gentle hand in mine.

Uttered not, yet comprehended

Is the spirit's voiceless prayer;
Soft rebuke, in blessing ended,

Breathing from the lips of air.
O, though oft depressed and lonely,

All my fears are laid aside,
If I but remember only

Such as these have lived and died.

H. W. LONGFELLOW.

160

Auld lang syne. Lloyd, 24.

It singeth low in every heart,

We hear it each and all, —
A song of those who answer not,

However we may call;
They throng the silence of the breast ;

We see them as of yore, —
The kind, the brave, the true, the sweet,

Who walk with us no more.

More home-like seems the vast unknown,

Since they have entered there;
To follow them were not so hard,

Wherever they may fare.
They cannot be where God is not,

On any sea or shore ;
Whate'er betides, thy love abides,

Our God, for evermore .'

J- W- CHADWICK.

161. " Green pastures and Autumn, 43.
Still waters." Vesper, 50.

Clear in memory's silent reaches

Lie the pastures I have seen,
Greener than the sun-lit spaces

Where the May has flung her green:
Needs no sun and needs no star-light

To illume these fields of mine,
For the glory of dead faces

Is the sun, the stars, that shine.
Yet, 0 well I can remember,

Once I called my pastures, Pain;
And the waters were a torrent

Sweeping through my life amain !
Now I call them Peace and Stillness,

Brightness of all Happy Thought,
Where I linger for a blessing

From my faces that are naught.
Naught? I fear not! If the Power

Maketh thus his pastures green,
Maketh thus his quiet waters,

Out of waste his heavens serene,
I can trust the mighty Shepherd

Loseth none he ever led:
Somewhere yet a greeting waits me

On the faces of my dead !

W. C. GANNETT.

Hamburg, 12.
Ward, 1 8.

162.

The angel.

To weary hearts, to mourning homes,
God's meekest angel gently comes, —
Angel of Patience ! sent to calm
Our feverish brows with cooling balm.
There's quiet in that angel's glance,
There's rest in his still countenance;
And in his tenderest love, our dear
And heavenly Father sends him here.
He walks with us, that angel kind,
And gently whispers "Be resigned!
Bear up, bear on, the end shall tell,
The dear Lord ordereth all things well."

J. G. Whittier.

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163.

A song of trust.

Lloyd, 24.

0 Love Divine, of all that is
The sweetest still and best!

Fain would I come and rest to-day

Upon thy tender breast ;
And vet the spirit in my heart

Says, "Wherefore should I pray
That thou shouldst seek me with thy love,

Since thou dost seek alway?"

1 pray not, then, because I would,—
I pray because I must ;

There is no meaning in my prayer

But thankfulness and trust.
And thou wilt hear the thought I mean,

And not the words I say ;
Wilt hear the thanks among the words

That only seem to pray
I would not have thee otherwise

Than what thou still must be ;
Yea, thou art God, and what thou art

Is. ever best for me.
And so, for all my sighs, my heart

Doth sing itself to rest,
0 Love Divine, most far and near,

Upon thy tender breast.

164.

Prayer.

J. W.CHAD WICK.

Hebron, 13.

No words of labored prayer I know,—

I cannot seek my Father so ;

It gushes up in sudden hours,

As sing the birds, as bloom the flowers.

And is it prayer? or is it praise?

I only know, in loving ways,

When joy and sorrow touch the springs,

To thee my spirit inly sings.

Away from forms I needs must turn;
No prayer have I that I must learn :
I ask but help to love thee more,
And thy dear will in peace adore.

MRS. L. J. KALO

~~ »■ 1 n Ellacombe, 53

165. He knoweth. mob, 54.

Unto our heavenly Father

We will not fear to pray
For little needs and longings

That fill our every day ;
And when we dare not whisper

A want that lieth dim,
We say, "Our Father knoweth,"

And leave it all to him.
For his great love has compassed

Our nature and our need ;
We know not ; but he knoweth,

And he will bless indeed.
Therefore, O heavenly Father,

Give what is best to me ;
And take the wants unanswered

As offerings made to thee.

ANON.

166. The thought of God. Mar low, 27.
The thought of God the thought of the*

Who liest in my heart,
And yet beyond imagined space

Outstretched and present art :—
It is a thought which ever makes

Life's sweetest smiles from tears;
And is a daybreak to our hopes,

A sunset to our fears.
It is not of his wondrous works,

Nor even that he is;
AVords fail it— but it is a thought

That by itself is bliss.

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Within a thought so great, our souls

Little and modest grow ;
And by its vastness awed, we learn

The art of walking slow.
The very thinking of the thought,

Without or praise or prayer,
Gives light to know, and life to do,

And marvellous strength to bear.

F. W. FABER.

167. The thought of God. %£*££

One thought I have, my ample creed,

So deep it is and broad,
And equal to my every need, —

It is the thought of God.
Each morn unfolds some fresh surprise

I feast at Life's full board;
And rising in my inner skies

Shines forth the thought of God.
At night my gladness is my prayer;

I drop my daily load,
And every care is pillowed there

Upon the thought of God.
I ask not far before to see,

But take in trust my road;
Life, death, and immortality

Are in my thought of God.
To this their secret strength they owed

The martyr's path who trod;
The fountains of their patience flowed

From out their thought of God.
Be still the light upon mv way,

My pilgrim staff and rod,
My rest by night, mv strength bv day

O blessed thought of God ! '

F. L. HOSMER.

168. Divine help. Naomi, 28.

O name, all other names above,

What art thou not to me,
Now I have learned to trust thy love

^nd cast my care on thee!

What is our being but a cry,

A restless longing still,
Which thou alone canst satisfy,

Alone thy fullness fill !

Thrice blessed be the holy souls

That lead the way to thee,
That burn upon the martyr-rolls

And lists of prophecy.

And sweet it is to tread the ground
O'er which their faith hath trod ;

But sweeter far, when thou art found,
The soul's own sense of God !

The thought of thee all sorrow calms;

Our anxious burdens fall ;
His crosses turn to triumph-palms

Who finds in God his all !

F. L HOSMER.

169. My prayer. Laban, 33.

One gift, my God, I seek-
To know thee always near;

To feel thy hand, to see thy face,
Thy blessed voice to hear.

Where'er I go, my God,
O, let me find thee there;
Where'er I stay, stay thou with me,
A presence everywhere.

And if thou bringest peace,
Or if thou bringest pain,
But come thyself with all that comes,
And all shall go for gain.

Long listening to thy words,
My voice shall catch thy tone,
And, locked in thine, my hand shall grow
All loving like thine own.

170

Never far.

Boy Is ton, 32.
Forever with the Lord!
So, Father, let it be!
Life from the dead is in that word,-
'T is immortality !

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Here in the body pent,
Seeking for thee I roam ;
And nightly pitch my moving tent
A day's march nearer home.

I hear at morn and even,
At noon and midnight hour,
The choral harmonies of heaven
Earth's Babel- tongues o'erpower.

And then I feel that he,
Remembered or forgot,
The Lord, is never far from me,
Though I perceive him not.

J. Montgomery.

171.

Thine.

Laban, 33,

Blest be thy love, dear Lord,
That taught us this sweet way,
Only to love thee for thyself
And for that love obey.

O thou, our souls' dear Hope,
We to thy goodness fly ;
Where'er we are, thou canst protect,
Whate'er we need, supply.

Whether we sleep or wake,
To thee we both resign,
Bv night we see, as well as day,
If thy light on us shine.

Whether we live or die,
Both we submit to thee ;
In death we live as well as life,
If thine in death we be.

J.AUSTIN.

172. ^es> f°r me# Benneson, 44.

Yes, for me, for me he careth,

With a Father's tender care;
Yes, with me, with me he beareth

Every burden, every fear.
Yes, in me abroad he sheddeth

Joys unearthly, love and light;
And, to cover me, he spreadeth

His protecting wing of might.

Yes, o'er me, o'er me he watcheth,
Ceaseless watcheth, night and day ;

Yes, even me, even me, he snatcheth
From the perils of the way.

Yes, in me, in me he dwelleth,

I in him, and he in me ;
And my longing soul he fineth,

Here, and through eternity.

H. BONAR.

173. Tne retreat. Hamburg, 12.

Now, hushing every adverse sound,
Songs of defence my soul surround,
As if all saints encamped about
One trusting heart pursued by doubt.

And O, how solemn, yet how sweet,
Their one assured, persuasive strain!
" The Lord of Hosts is thy retreat,
Still in his hands thy times remain."

0 tender word ! 0 truth divine !
Lord, I am altogether thine ;

1 have bowed down, I need not flee ;
Peace, peace is mine in trusting thee.

ANNA L. WARING.

174,

Rooted.

Pleyel, 40.
Noyesx 3S.

O thou Lord of heaven above !
Earth beneath is all thine own ;
In the depths of heavenly love
Let my human heart be sown.
Where the silent waters flow,
It shall multiply its root;
It shall blossom, it shall grow,
It shall bear immortal fruit.

ANNA L. WARING.

175. The peace of God.

Azmon, 20.
Balerma, 21

We ask not, Father, the repose
Which comes from outward rest,

If we may have through all life's woes
Thy peace within our breast.

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That peace which suffers and is strong,

Trusts where it cannot see,
Deems not the trial way too long,

But leaves the end with thee.

That peace which, through the billows'
moan

And angry tempests' roar,
Sends forth 'its calm, unfaltering tone

Of joy forevermore.
That peace which flows serene and deep,

A river in the soul,
Whose banks a living verdure keep,

God's sunshine o'er the whole.

AXON.

176. The calm of the soul. Whiuier, 62.

When winds are raging o'er the upper
ocean,
And billows wild contend with angrv
roar,
'Tis said, far down beneath the wild com-
motion,
That peaceful stillness reigneth ever-
more.

Far, far beneath, the noise of tempests
dieth,
And silver waves chime ever peacefully,
And no rude storm, how fierce soe'er "it
flieth,
Disturbs the sabbath of that deeper sea.
So to the heart that knows thee, Love
Eternal !
There is a temple sacred evermore ;
And all the Babel of life's angrv voices
Dies in hushed stillness at its peaceful
door.

Far, faraway, the roar of passion dieth,
And loving thoughts rise calm and
peacefully ;
A ad no rude storm, how fierce soe'er it
flieth,
Disturbs the soul that dwells, 0 Lord !
in thee.

MRS. I. B. STOWE.

177.

Peace.

Germany, II.

In quiet hours the tranquil soul
Reflects the beauty of the sky ;
No passions rise or billows roll.
And only God and heaven are nigh.

The tides of being ebb and flow,
Creating peace without allov;
A sacred happiness we know,
Too high for mirth, too deep for joy.

Like birds that slumber on the sea,
Unconscious where the current runs,
We rest on God's infinity
Of bliss, that circles stars and suns.

His perfect peace has swept from sight
The narrow bounds of time and space,
And looking up with still delight
We catch the glory of his face.

AUGUSTA LARN'ED,

178.

Every good gift. Ware, 42.

Father, thy paternal care
Has my guardian been, my guide !
Every hallowed wish and prayer
Has thy hand of love supplied :
Thine is every thought of bliss
Left by hours and days gone by ;
Every hope thine offspring is,
Beaming from futurity.

Every sun of splendid ray ;
Every moon that shines serene;
Every morn that welcomes day ;
Every evening's twilight scene;'
Every hour which wisdom brings;
Every incense at thv shrine;
These, and all life's holiest things,
And its fairest,— all are thine.

And for all, my hymns shall rise
Daily to thy gracious throne;
Thither let my asking eves
Turn unwearied, Righteous One I

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Trusting still, through ill and good,
Fixed, and cheered, and counselled there.

179.

All in all.

J. BOWRINO.

Old 132, 29.
Dundee, 22.

O thou who art of all that is

Beginning both and end,
We follow thee through unknown paths,

Since all to thee must tend :
Thy judgments are a mighty deep

Beyond all fathom-line ;
Our wisdom is the childlike heart;

Our strength, to trust in thine.
We biess thee for the skies above,

And for the earth beneath ;
For hopes that blossom here below,

And wither not with death ;
But most we bless thee for thyself,

O heavenly Light within,
Whose dayspring in our hearts dispels

The darkness of our sin.
Be thou in joy our deeper joy,

Our comfort when distressed ;
Be thou by day our strength for toil,

And thou by night our rest!
And when these earthly dwellings fail,

And Time's last hour is come,
Be thou, O God, our dwelling-place

And our eternal home !

F. L. HOSMER.

180.

Happy life.

Slockwell, 49.
Benneson, 44.

Lord, we thank thee for the pleasure

That our happy life-time gives,
The inestimable treasure

Of a soul that ever lives; —
Mind that looks before and after,

Yearning for its home above;
Human tears, and human laughter,

And the depth of human love:

For the thrill, the leap, the gladness

Of our pulses flowing free;
E'en for every touch of sadness

That may bring us nearer thee.

Hearty be our work and willing,

As to thee and not to men ;
For we know our soul's fulfilling

Is to give it thee again.

T. W. Jex- Blake.
181. Giving thanks. Stephanos, 72.

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My God, I thank thee, who hast made

The earth so bright;
So full of splendor and of joy,

Beauty and light ;
So many glorious things are here,

Noble and right !
I thank thee, too, that thou hast made

Joy to abound ;
So many gentle thoughts and deeds

Circling us round,
That in the darkest spot of earth

Some love is found.
I thank thee more that all our joy

Is touched with pain ;
That shadows fall on brightest hours,

That thorns remain ;
So that earth's bliss may be our guide,

And not our chain.
For thou who knowest, Lord, how soon

Our weak heart clings,
Hast given us joys, tender and true,

Yet all with wings,
So that we see, gleaming on high,

Diviner things.
I thank thee, Lord, that thou hast kept

The best in store;
We have enough, yet not too much

To long for more, —
A yearning for a deeper peace,

Not known before.

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Daily mercies,

Pleyel, 40.
Conant, 36.

Tender mercies, on my way
Falling softly like the dew,
Sent me freshly every day,
I will bless the Lord for you.

Though I have not all I would,
Though to greater bliss I go,
Every present gift of good
To Eternal Love I owe.

Source of all that comforts me,
Wei, uf joy for which I long,
Let me song I sing to thee
Be an everlasting song !

ANNA L. WARING.

183.

All's well,

Ezra, 9.

Ask and receive,— 'tis sweetly said ;

Yet what to plead for know I not ;
For wish is worsted, hope o'ersped,

And aye to thanks returns my thought.
If I would pray, I've naught to say

But this, that God may be God still;
For him to live is still to give,

And sweeter than my wish his will.

O wealth of life beyond all bound!

Eternity each moment given !
What plummet may the Present sound?

Who promises a future heaven?
Or glad, or grieved, oppressed, relieved,

In blackest night, or brightest day,
Still pours the flood of golden good,

And more than heartfull fills me aye.

**A11 mine is thine," the sky-soul saith ;

"The wealth I am, must thou become;
Richer and richer, breath by breath,—

Immortal gain, immortal room ! "
And since all his mine also is,

Life's gift outruns my fancies far,
And drowns the dream in larger stream,

As morning drinks the morning-star.

D. A. WASSON.

184. God. Pisgah, 47!

There's a wideness in God's mercy,
Like the wideness of the sea:

There's a kindness in his justice,
AVhich is more than liberty.

For the love of God is broader
Than the measures of man's mind;

And the heart of the Eternal
Is most wonderfully kind.

If our love were but more simple,
We should take him at his word,

And our lives would be all sunshine
In the sweetness of our Lord.

F. W. FABER.

St. Agnes, 31.
Arlington, 19

O God! thy power is wonderful,

Thy glory passing bright;
Thy wisdom, with its deep on deep,

A rapture to the sight.

Thy justice is the gladdest thing

Creation can behold ;
Thy tenderness so meek, it wins

The guilty to be bold.

All lives may draw upon thy power,

Thy mercy may command ;
And still outflows thy silent sea,

Immutable and grand

185. Deep on deep.

186.

In thy care,

F. W. FABER.

St. Agnes, 3 1
Balerma, 21.

My heart is resting, O my God !

I will give thanks and sing:
My heart is at the secret source

Of every precious thing.

I thirst for springs of heavenly life,
And here all day they rise:

I seek the treasure of thy love,
And close at hand it lies.

BETHANY.

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Mine be the reverent listening love

That waits all day on thee ;
The service of a watchful heart

Which no one else can see ;
The faith that, in a hidden way

No other eye may know,
Finds all its daily work prepared,

And loves to have it so.
My heart is resting, 0 my God!

My heart is in thy care:
I hear the voice of joy and praise

Resounding everywhere!

AXXA L. WARING.

187. The heritage. St. Agnes, 31.

I have a heritage of joy

That yet I must not see :
The Father's hand that makes it mine

Is keeping it for me.
I have a certainty of love

That sets my heart at rest;
A calm assurance for to-day

That to be thus is best.
And a new. song is in my mouth

To long loved music set-
Glory to thee for all the grace

I have not tasted yet!
Glory to thee for strength withheld,

For want and weakness known,
The fear that sends me to thy breast

For what is most mine own.
My heart is resting, O my God!

My heart is in thy care :
I hear the voice of joy and praise

Resounding everywhere!

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A living, loving, lasting word,
My listening ear believing heard,

While bending down in prayer;
Like a sweet breeze that none can stay,
It passed my soul upon its way,

And left a blessing there.

Then joyful thoughts, that come and go
By paths the holy angels know,

Encamped around my soul:
As in a dream of blest repose,
Mid withered reeds a river rose,

And through the desert stole.

I lifted up my eyes to see—
The wilderness was glad for me,

My heart within was strong!
And sweeter, nearer, clearer heard,
It came, that everlasting word

Of promise and of song!

A nna L. Waring.

189. Hidden in light. Palestine, 68.
Look up, look up, my soul, still higher!
On to the heavenly goal aspire,

On God's love ever lean:
Burst this dull earth's control, and wing
Thy way where no clouds roll, and sing

In deeps of God unseen.

What though thy way be dark, and earth
With ceaseless care do cark, till mirth

To thee no sweet strain sings?
Still hide thy life above, and still
Believe that God is love; fulfil

Whatever lot he brings.

A. E. Evans.

190. Salvation. Greenville, 46.

Know, my soul, thy full salvation!

Rise o'er sin and fear and care ;
Joy to find in every station

Something still to do and bear.
Think what spirit dwells within thee,

Think what Father's smiles arc thine,
Think what he hath done to win thee;

Child of heaven, canst thou repine?

Haste thee on from grace to glory,

Armed with faith and winged with
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Heaven's eternal day's before thee,
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191. The happy pilgrim. Hummel, 23.

Faint not along thine earthly road,

Thou pilgrim soul of mine;
Still, still be gladsome in thy God,

Still sing thy song divine !

Doth life in all bright ways for thee

Its glory oft unroll?
O, take thy pleasures holily,

Sing unto God, my soul !

A dreary desert dost thou trace,

Dim shineth thy far goal?
That desert make thy Holy Place,

Pursue thy song, my soul !

When the glad Spirit's voice divine

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192. A travelling song. Arlington, 19.

I travel all the irksome night

By ways to me unknown ;
I travel like a bird in flight,

Onward,— but not alone.

In secret paths God leads me on

To his divine abode,
And shows new miracles of love

Through all the heavenly road.

The ways most rugged and perplexed
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Through all the paths I'll sing his name,
Even unto heaven's gate.

193. O'er seas of God. ffrGn> r3«

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The winds that o'er my ocean run
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Through life and death, through fate,

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Grand breaths of God they sweep sublime.
A thread of Law runs through my prayer
Stronger than iron cables are ;
And love and longing towards her goal
Are pilots sweet to guide the soul.
0 thou God's mariner, heart of mine!
Spread canvas to the airs divine !
Spread sail ! and let thy Fortune be
Forgotten in thy Destiny.
The wind ahead? The wind is free!
Forevermore it favoreth me :
To shores of God still blowing fair,
O'er seas of God my bark doth bear.
For Life must live, and Soul must sail,
And Unseen over Seen prevail ;
And all God's argosies come to shore,
Let ocean smile, or rage, or roar.

D. A. WASSON .

194. The will of God. St. Agnes, 31.

I worship thee, dear Will of God!

And all thy ways adore ;
And every day I live I seem

To love thee more and more.
When obstacles and trials seem

Like prison-walls to be,
I do the little I can do,

And leave the rest to thee.
I have no cares, O blessed Will !

For all my cares are thine ;
I live in triumph, Lord! for thou

Hast made thy triumphs mine.
I know not what it is to doubt;

My heart is ever gay ;
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Thou always hast thy way.

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Thou glorious Will, ride on !

Faith's pilgrim sons behind thee take
The road that thou hast gone.

F. W. FABER.

195. Freedom. Laban, 33.

Naught have I else to do, —
I sing the whole day long;
And he whom most I love to please
Doth listen to my song.

Thou hast an ear to hear,
A heart to love and bless;
And though my notes were e'er so rude,
Thou wouldst not hear the less.

My cage confines me round ;
Abroad I cannot fly ;
But though my wing is closely bound,
My heart's at liberty.

O, it is good to soar
These bolts and bars above,
To thee whose purpose I adore,
Whose providence I love;

And feel thy mighty will
My willfulness control,
And learn, a prisoner of the Lord,
The freedom of the soul.

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196. My psalm. Logaflf 25

No longer forward or behind

I look in hope or fear,
But, grateful, take the good I find,

God's blessing now and here.

I plough no more a desert land,

To harvest weed and tare ;
The manna dropping from God's hand

Rebukes my painful care.

I break my pilgrim staff, — I lay

Aside the toiling oar ;
The angel sought so far away

I welcome at my door.

And all the jarring notes of life
Seem blending in a psalm,

And all the angles of its strife
Slow rounding into calm.

And so the shadows fall apart,
And so the west winds play ;

And all the windows of my heart
I open to the day.

J. G. WHITTIEB.

197.

Blessedness. Germany, I

There is a something sweet and pure,—
Through life, through death it may en>

dure;
With steady foot I onward press,
And long to win that Blessedness.

It hath no shadow, this soft light,
But makes each daily duty bright;
It bids each heart-born tumult cease,
And sobers joy to quiet peace.

An all-abiding sense of Love,
In silence falling from above ;
A conscience clear from willful sin,
That hath no subterfuge within :

Fixed dutv claiming every power,
And human love to charm each hour,—
These, these, my soul, make Blessedness,
I ask no more, 1 seek no less.

And yet I know these are too much ;
My very being's life they touch:
Without them all, O, let me still
Find Blessedness in God's dear will.

MRS. UJ. HALL.

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198. Creation's anthem. Melton, 59.

The homeless winds that wander o'er the

land,
The deep-voiced thunder speaking words

of fire,
The waves that break in sunshine on the

strand,
Or smite with stormv hands their rockv

lyre;

The stars that blossom in the fields of

night,
The buds that burst in beauty from the

sod,
The birds that dip their wings in rainbow

light,—
Are Nature's symphony to thee, 0 God!

And as Creation's anthem onward rolls
From age to age, in grandeur still the

same,
The seals of silence break from human

souls, —
Man sings new praises to thy holy name.

Our eyes are radiant with the glow of life,
Our hearts enfold those sapphire-deeps

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Our ears grow deaf to all earth's foolish

strife,
We join, far off, the angels' song of Love !

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199.

The harp at Nature's advent strung
Has never ceased to play ;

The song the stars of morning sung
Has never died away.

And prayer is made, and praise is given,

By all things near and far:
The ocean looketh up to heaven

And mirrors every star;

The green earth sends her incense up
From many a mountain shrine;

From folded leaf and dewy cup
She pours her sacred wine.

The blue sky is the temple's arch;

Its transept, earth and air;
The music of its starry march

The chorus of a prayer.

So Nature keeps the reverent frame
With which her years began;

And all her signs and voices shame
A prayerless heart in man.

J. G. WHITTIER.

200. Hymn of Nature. Nuremburg^ 39.

Hark, my soul, how everything
Strives to serve our bounteous King-
Each a double tribute pays, —
Sings its part, and then obeys.

Nature's chief and sweetest choir
Him with cheerful notes admire;
Chanting every day their lauds,
While the grove their song applauds.

Though their voices lower be,
Streams have, too, their melody;
Night and day they warbling run,
Never pause, but still sing on.

All the flowers that gild the spring
Hither their still music bring;
If Heaven bless them, thankful thev
Smell more sweet, and look more gay.

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Wake, and gladly sing thy part ;
Learn of birds, and springs, and flowers,
How to use thy nobler powers.

J. AUSTIN.

201. ThOUglltS Of God. {0mi!re%aL)

Milton, 15.

I saw the beauty of the world

Before me like a flag unfurled,

The splendor of the morning sky,

And all the stars in company ;

I thought, How beautiful it is!—

My soul said, "There is more than this."

I saw the pomps of death and birth,

^he generations of the earth ;

1 looked on saints and heroes crowned,

And love as wide as heaven is round ;

I thought, How wonderful it is!—

My soul said, "There is more than this."

Sometimes I have an awful thought
That bids me do the thing I ought;
It comes like wind, it burns like flame;
How shall I give that thought a name?
It draws me like a loving kiss, —
My soul says, "There is more than this."

Yea, there is One I cannot see

Or hear, but he is Lord to me :

And in the heavens and earth and skies,

The good which lives till evil dies,

The love which I cannot withstand,

God writes his name with his own hand.

W. B. RAXDS.

202.

Angels. Azmon, 20.

Fair are the feet that bring the news

Of gladness unto me :
How many messengers God hath,

If we had eves to see!

Thine angels speak, but still must we

The hearing ear bestow ;
They smite the rock, but our own lips

Must stoop to drink the flow.

Lo ! all things are thine angels, Lord,

That bring my God to me:
0 for the ear to hear their word !

O for the eye to see !

203.

TWO Worlds. Dundee, 22.

Two worlds are ours: and is it sin

Forbids us to descry
The mystic heaven and earth within,

Plain as the sea and sky ?

The glorious sky embracing all

Is like the Maker's love,
Wherewith encompassed, great and small

In peace and order move.

The dew of heave" is like his grace ;

It steals in sile: .je down,
But where it lights, the favored place

By richest fruits is known.

Thou who hast given me eyes to see

And love this sight so fair,
Give me a heart to find out thee,

And read thee everywhere !

204.

The secret place. Lloyd, 24.

The Lord is in his Holy Place

In all things near and for:
Shekinah of the snow-flake, he,

And Glory of the star,
And Secret of the April-land

That stirs the field to flowers,
Whose little tabernacles rise

To hold him through the hours.

He hides himself within the love
Of those whom we love best;

The smiles and tones that make our homes
Are shrines by him possessed ;

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He tents within the lonely r jart
And shepherds every thojght:

We find him not by seeking long, —
We lose him not, unsought.

W. C. GANNETT.

205. God is love. Ware, 42.

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Earth, with her ten thousand flowers,

Air with all its beams and showers,

Ocean's infinite expanse,

Heaven's resplendent countenance,—

All around, below, above,

Hath this record, " God is Love."

All the tender hopes that start
From the fountain of the heart;
All the quiet bliss that lies
In our human sympathies ; —
These are voices from above,
Sweetly whispering, " God is Love."

ANON.

206. In all. Missy Chant, 1 6.

God of the earth, the sky, the sea!
Maker of all above, below !
•Creation lives and moves in thee,
Thy present life through all doth flow.

Thy love is in the sunshine's glow,
Thy life is in the quickening air;
When lightnings flash and storm-winds

blow,
There is thy power; thy law is there.

We feel thy calm at evening's hour,
Thy grandeur in the march of night;
And, when the morning breaks in power,
We hear thy word, "Let there be light!"

But higher far, and far more clear,
Thee in man's spirit we behold :
Thine image and thyself are there,—
The Indwelling God, proclaimed of old.

S. LONGFELLOW.

207.

The Presence. Hamburg, 12.

Mysterious Presence, Source of all —
The world without, the soul within,
Fountain of Life, O hear our call,
And pour thy living waters in !
Thou breathest in the rushing wind,
Thy Spirit stirs in leaf and flower;
Nor wilt thou from the willing mind
AVithhold thy light and love and power.
Thy hand unseen to accents clear
Awoke the psalmist's trembling lyre,
And touched the lips of holy seer
With flame from thine own altar-fire.
That touch divine still, Lord, impart,
Still give the prophet's burning word;
And vocal in each waiting heart
Let living psalms of praise be heard.

S. C. BEACH.

208.

Indwelling. Webb, 54.

The heavens thy praise are telling,
The earth declares thy might:

But nought save thine indwelling
Can show thee, Lord, aright.

Where'er our eyes are turning,
Thy foot-prints we can see;

The light within us burning-
Alone revealeth thee.

We know no life divided,

O Lord of Life, from thee;
In thee is life provided

For all humanity :
We know no death, O Spirit,

Because we live in thee,
And all our souls inherit

Thine immortality.

209.

Unfolding.

Ware, 42.

O Eternal Life, whose power
Gathers ages to a span,
From whose being breaks the flower,
From whose glory groweth man,

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By the whisper of whose breath
Atoms wake that seem but death,
With whose silent-working will
The eternal ages thrill-
Lord of Life, to heaven tower
Spires of being high and grand,
Till on man thou lay thy power
That he serve with heart and hand
Till thou flood him with thy light
That he see thee with his sight,
Who art Reason, who art Right,
Majesty of Love and Might!

Not on earth the glory ends ;
In unnumbered worlds it reigns;
From Eternity descends,
To Eternitv remains.
When the 'things we hear and see
Vanish in life's mystery,
Still, all glories that can be
Wait in thine Infinity.

210.

Evolution.

J. V.BLAKE.

Pleyel, 40.
Noyes, 38.

Life of Ages, richly poured,
Soul of Worlds, unspent and free,
Nature's uncreated Word,
Atom and Infinity!

Secret of the morning stars,
Motion of the oldest hours,
Pledge through elemental wars
Of the coming spirit's powers!

Rolling planet, flaming sun,
Stand in nobler Man complete;
Prescient laws thine errands run,
Frame a shrine for Godhead meet.

Homeward led, his wondering eye
Upward yearned, in joy <>r awe,
For the Love that waited nigh,
Guidance of thy guardian Law.

In the touch of earth it thrilled!
Down from mystic skies it burned!
Right obeyed and passion stilled
Its eternal gladness earned !

Still the immortal flame upspeeds,
Kindling worlds to pure desire:
Where the unerring Spirit leads,
Ages wonder and aspire.

S. JOHNSON.

211,

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Life of Ages, richly poured,
Love of God, unspent and free,
Flowing in the Prophet's word
And the People's liberty !
Never was to chosen race
That unstinted tide confined;
Thine is every time and place,
Fountain sweet of heart and mind !
Breathing in the thinker's creed,
Pulsing in the hero's blood,
Nerving simplest thought and deed,
Freshening time with truth and good,
Consecrating art and song,
Holv book and pilgrim track,
Hurling floods of tyrant wrong
From the sacred limits back —
Life of Ages, richly poured,
Love of God, unspent and free,
Flow still in the Prophet's word
And the People's liberty!

212. "Consider the lilies." AbdUi% 5;

He hides within the lily

A strong and tender Care,
That wins the earth-born atoms

To glory of the air;
He weaves the shining garments

Unceasingly and still,
Along the quiet waters,

In niches of the hill.

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We linger at the vigil

With him who bent the knee
To watch the old-time lilies

In distant Galilee;
And still the worship deepens

And quickens into new,
As, brightening down the ages,

God's secret thrilleth through.

0 Toiler of the lily,

Thy touch is in the Man!
No leaf that dawns to petal

But hints the angel-plan :
The flower-horizons open,

The blossom vaster shows,
We hear thy wide worlds echo,^

"See how the lily grows!"

Shy yearnings of the savage,

Unfolding, thought by thought,
To holy lives are lifted,

To visions fair are wrought:
The races rise and cluster,

And evils fade and fall,
Till chaos blooms to beauty,

Thy purpose crowning all !

W. C. GANNETT.

213.

All SOllls. Germany, i :

O Love Divine, whose constant beam
Shines on the eyes that will not see,
And waits to bless us, while we dream
Thou leav'st us when we turn from thee !

All souls that struggle and aspire,
All hearts of prayer, by thee are lit ;
And, dim or clear, thy tongues of fire
On dusky tribes and centuries sit.

Nor bounds, nor clime, nor creed thou

know'st •
Wide as our need thy favors fall ;
The white wings of the Holy Ghost
Stoop, unseen, o'er the heads of all.

J. Q. WHITT1ER.

214. The city of God. Hummel, 23

City of God, how broad and far
Outspread thy walls sublime !

The true thy chartered freemen are,
Of every age and clime.

One holy Church, one armv strong,

One steadfast high intent,
One working band, one harvest-song,

One King Omnipotent!

How purely hath thy speech come down
From man's primeval youth!

How grandly hath thine* empire grown
Of Freedom, Love, and Truth!

In vain the surge's angry shock,

In vain the drifting sands;
Unharmed, upon the Eternal Rock

The Eternal City stands.

S. JOHNSON.

215. One holy Church. Hummel, 23.

One holy Church of God appears

Through every age and race,
Un wasted by the lapse of years,

Unchanged by changing* place.

From oldest time, on farthest shores,

Beneath the pine or palm,
One Unseen Presence she adores,

With silence or with psalm.

Her priests are all God's faithful sons,
To serve the world raised up ;

The pure in heart her baptized ones,
Love, her communion-cup.

The Truth is her prophetic gift,

The Soul her sacred page ;
And feet on mercy's errand swift

Do make her pilgrimage.

S. LONGFELLOW.

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216. The stream of faith. Si. ^«^, 31.

From heart to heart, from creed to creed,

The hidden river runs;
It quickens all the ages down,

It binds the sires to sons,—
The stream of Faith, whose source is God,

Whose sound, the sound of prayer,
Whose meadows are the holy lives

Upspringing everywhere.

And still it moves, a broadening flood ;

And fresher, fuller grows
A sense as if the sea were near

Towards which the river flows.
O thou, who art the secret Source

That rises in each soul,
Thou art the Ocean, too,— thy charm,

That ever deepening roll !

W. C. OANXEfT

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Heirship. NoyeSy 3g. 6

Heir of all the ages, I,—

Heir of all that they have wrought !

All their store of emprise high,

All their wealth of precious thought!

Every golden deed of theirs

Sheds its lustre on my way ;

All their labors, all their prayers,

Sanctify this present day.

Heir of all that they have earneo

By their passion and their tears;

Heir of all that they have learned

Through the weary, toiling years;

Heir of all the faith sublime

On whose wings they soared to heaven ;

Heir of every hope that Time

To earth's fainting sons hath given;

Aspirations pure and high ;

Strength to do and t« endure ;

Heir of all the ages, I —

Lo, I am no longer poor!

^ ' e JULIA C.R. DORR.

218. Out of the dark. Ward, 18.

Out of the dark the circling sphere
Is rounding onward to the light;
We see not yet the full day here,
But we do see the paling night;

And Hope, that lights her fadeless fires,
And Faith, that shines, a heavenly will,
And Love, that courage re-inspires, —
These stars have been above us still.

0 sentinels! whose tread we heard
Through long hours when we could not

see,
Pause now ; exchange with cheer the

word, —
The unchanging watchword, Liberty!

Look backward, how much has been won!
Look round, how much is yet to win !
The watches of the night are done;
The watches of the day begin.

O Thou, whose mighty patience holds
The night and day alike in view,
Thy will our dearest hope enfolds :
0 keep us steadfast, patient, true!

S. LONGFKIXOW.

219.

Old and HOW. Hamburg, I2fc

O, sometimes gleams upon our sight,
Through present wrong, the Eternal

Right !
And step by step, since time began,
We see the steady gain of man ;—

That all of good the past hath had
Remains to make our own time glad,
Our common daily life divine,
And every land a Palestine.

Through the harsh noises of our day
A low, sweet prelude finds its way;
Through clouds of doubt and creeds of

fear
A light is breaking, calm and clear.

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Are now, and here, and everywhere.

J.G. WHJTTIER.

220, A SOng of faith. Arlington, 19.

We pray no more, made lowly wise,

For miracle and sign ;
Anoint our eyes to see within

The common, the divine.
We turn from seeking thee afar

And in unwonted ways,
To build from out our daily lives

The temples of thy praise.
And if thy casual comings, Lord,

To hearts of old were dear,
What joy shall dwell within the faith

That feels thee ever near!
And nobler yet shall duty grow,

And more shall worship be,
When thou art found in all our life,

And all our life in thee.

F. L. HOSMER.

221* With Wider View. Germany, 11.

With wider view come loftier goal !
With broader light, more good to see!
With freedom, more of self-control,
With knowledge, deeper reverence be!
Anew we pledge ourselves to thee,
To follow where thy Truth shall lead:
Afloat upon its boundless sea,
Who sails with God is safe indeed!

S. LONGFEIXOW.

222.

Onward ! Sicily, 48.

{Repeat lines j, 4.)

Shall things withered, fashions olden,
Keep us from life's flowing spring?

Waits for us the promise golden,
Waits each new diviner thing!

Onward, onward!
Why this faithless tarrying?

By each saving word unspoken,
By thy truth, as yet half won,

By each idol yet unbroken,
By thy will, yet poorly done,

Hear us, help us,
Thou Almighty, help us on!

Nearer to thee would we venture,
Of thy truth more largely take,

Upon life diviner enter,
Into day more glorious break ;

To the ages
Some bequest of victory make!

T. H. Gill.

223.

For the new earth. Laban, 33.

Send down thy truth, 0 God !
Too long the shadows frown,
Too long the darkened way we've trod:
Thy truth, 0 Lord, send down !

Send down thy Spirit free,
Till wilderness and town
One temple for thy worship be:
Thy Spirit, O send down !

Send down thy love, thy life,
Our lesser lives to crown,
And cleanse them of their hate and strife :
Thy living love send down!

Send down thy peace, 0 Lord!
Earth's bitter voices drown
In one deep ocean of accord :
Thy peace, 0 God, send down :

E. R.8ILL.

224. The dawn. Azmon, 20.

Lo! on the morn that now is here

No night shall ever fall,
But faith shall burn undimmed and clear,

Till God be all in all!

This is the dawn of infant faith ;

The day will follow soon,
When hope shall breathe with freer breath

And morn be lost in noon-

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225. 'Thy kingdom come.' Mariow,2-j.
Thy kingdom come, with power and grace,

In every heart of man ;
Thy peace, and joy, and righteousness

In all our bosoms reign !
The righteousness that never ends,

But makes an end of sin ;
The joy that human thought transcends,

Now' to our s( uls bring in!
The kingdom of established peace

Which can no more remove ;
The perfect power of Godliness,

The omnipotence of Love !

C. WESLEY.

226. Eden. Noyes, 38.

All before us lies the way, —

Give the past unto the wind!

All before us is the day,

Night and darkness are behind.

Eden, with its angels bold,

Love and flowers and coolest sea,

Is not ancient story told,

But a glowing prophecy.

In the spirit's perfect air,

In the passions tame and kind,

Innocence from selfish care,

The real Eden we shall find.

When the soul to sin hath died,

True and beautiful and sound,

Then all earth is sanctified,

Upsprings Paradise around, the" dial."

227. Glory that remains. 5"/. Agnes, 31

Immortal Love, forever full,

Forever flowing fr.ee,
Forever shared, forever whole,

A never ebbing sea!

Our outward lips confess the Name

All other names above;
But love alone knows whence it came,

And comprehendeth Love.
The letter fails, the systems fall,

And every symbol wanes; —
The Spirit over-brooding all,

Eternal Love, remains.

J.G WHITTIER.

228. ^ creed. Credo, 45.

I believe in Human Kindness

Large amid the sons of men,
Nobler far in willing blindness

Than in censure's keenest ken.
I believe in Self-Denial,

And its secret throb of joy;
In the Love that lives through trial,

Dying not, though death destroy.
I believe in dreams of Duty,

Warning us to self-control, —
Foregleams of the glorious beauty

That shall yet transform the soul;
In the godlike wreck of nature

Sin doth in the sinner leave,
That he may regain the stature

He hath lost,— I do believe.
I believe in Love renewing

All that sin hath swept away,
Leaven-like its work pursuing

Night by night and day by day :
In the power of its remoulding,

In the grace of its reprieve,
In the glory of beholding

Its perfection, — I believe.
I believe in Love Eternal,

Fixed in God's unchanging will,
That, beneath the deep infernal,

Hath a depth that's deeper still!
In its patience, its endurance

To forbear and to retrieve,
In the large and full assurance

Of its triumph,— I believe.

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All seasons.

Nuremburgi 39.

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Praise to God, immortal praise,
For the love that crowns our days!
Bounteous Source of every joy.
Let thy praise ou-r tongues employ ; —
For the blessings of the field,
For the stores the gardens yield,
Flocks that whiten all the plain,
Yellow sheaves of ripened grain;
All that Spring with bounteous hand
Scatters o'er the smiling land;
All that liberal Autumn pours
From her rich o'erflowing stores:
These to thee, our God, we owe,
Source whence all our blessings flow!
And for these our souls shall raise
Grateful vows and solemn praise.

MRS. A. L. BARBACLD.

230, Spring. Azmon, 20.

The softened mould is brown and warm,

The early blossoms break,
And loosened streams along their banks

A mossy verdure make.
A dewy light broods o'er the earth,

A sweetness new and rare,
And tumults of brook, bird and breezs

With music wake the air.
Awake, O Heart, awake and learn

The secret of the Spring !
From winter-sleep it comes like light,

Or as a bird on wing.
And if I shall be winter-locked,

As sometime I may be ;
If bitter storms and freezing snows

Come whirling down on me —

Let me lie patient, like the earth,
And say, "This shall be rest;"

And then, O Lord, at thy dear call,
Arise renewed and blest.

J. V. BLAKE.

231. Summer. Channing, 58.

The sun darts down his sheaf of golden

rays ;
Earth answers with her sheaves of golden

grain ;
And vapors, like sweet incense, spread a

haze
Of quivering shadow on the blooming

plain.
As soon as come thy living beams, 0 Sun,
O summer Sun, thy fervent, living powers,
The earth is stirred, the sterile days are

done,
And glowing life pervades the radiant

hours.

So God's great love pours down upon the

heart :
Answer, O Heart ! bring forth thy ripened

sheaves !
Love, praise and duty be thy fervent part,
Like to the living love thy soil receives.

J. V. BLAKE.

232. Summer days. Lloyd, 24.

The summer days are come again;

Once more the glad earth yields
Her golden wealth of ripening grain,

And breath of clover-fields;
And deepening shade of summer woods,

And glow of summer air,
And winging thoughts, and happy word?.

Of love and joy and prayer.

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The summer days are come again,

The birds are on the wing;
God's praises, in their loving strain,

Unconsciously they sing :
We know who giveth all the good

That doth our cup o'erbrim :
For summer joy in field and wood

We lift our song to him.

S. LONGFELLOW,

Harvest.

Ward, 1 8.

233.

Once more the liberal year laughs out
O'er richer stores than gems or gold ;
Once more with harvest-song and shout
Is Nature's bloodless triumph told.
O favors every year made new !
O blessings with the sunshine sent!
The bounty overruns our due,
The fullness shames our discontent.
We shut our eyes, the flowers bloom on
We murmur, but the corn-ears fill;
We choose the shadow, but the sun
That casts it shines behind us still.
Now let these altars, wreathed with flow

ers
And piled with fruits, awake again
Thanksgiving for the golden hours,
The early and the latter rain!

234.

Harvests.

J. G. WHITTIER.

Harvest, 63.

Now sing we a song for the Harvest :

Thanksgiving and honor and praise
For all that the bountiful Giver

Hath given to gladden our days!
For grasses of upland and lowland,

For fruits of the garden and field,
For gold which the mine and the prairie

To delver and husbandman yield!
And thanks for the harvest of Beauty, —

For that which the hands cannot hold;
The harvest eyes only can gather,

And only our hearts can enfold !

We reap it on mountain and moorland;

We glean it from meadow and lea ;
We garner it in from the cloudland ;

We bind it in sheaves from the sea.
But now we sing deeper and higher, —

Of harvests that eye cannot see ;
They ripen on mountains of Duty,

Are reaped by the brave and the free :
And these have been gathered and gar-
nered,

Some golden with honor and gain,
And some as with heart's-blood are ruddy,

The harvests of Sorrow and Pain.
0 thou, who art Lord of the Harvest,

The Giver who gladdens our days,
Our hearts are forever repeating

Thanksgiving and honor and praise!

J. W.CHADWICK.

235. Under the leaves. %?%*£u

Oft have I walked the woodland paths

With heart unblest to know
That underneath the withered leaves

The sweet flowers wait to blow.
But when the south winds sweep away

The wrecks of Autumn's gold,
And fresh and fair the flowers of Spring

Their starry hosts unfold, —
O prophet-souls with lips of bloom !

Your silence, more than speech,
Fills all the woody aisles, like songs

That faith and duty teach.
Walk life's dark ways, ye seem to say,

And ever this foreknow, —
That, where man sees but withered leaves,

God sees the sweet flowers grow !

A. Lcighlon.

236. Winter. Hebron, 13.
'Tis winter now: the fallen snow

Has left the heavens all coldly clear;
Through leafless boughs the sharp winds

blow,
And all the earth lies dead and drear.

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Thy life within the keen air breathes,
Thy beauty paints the crimson dawn.
And clothes the boughs with glitt'ring
wreaths.

And though abroad the sharp winds blow,
And skies are chill, and frosts are keen,
Home closer drtws her circle now,
And warmer glows her light within.

O God, who giv'st the winter's cold
As well as summer's joyous rays.
Still warmly in thine arms enfold
And keep us through life's wintry days!

S. LONGFELLOW.

237. Another year. Azmon, 20.

Another year of setting suns,

Of stars by night revealed,
Of springing grass, of tender buds

By Winter's snow concealed.

Another year of Summer's glow,
Of Autumn's gold and brown,

Of waving fields, and ruddy fruit
The branches weighing down.

Another year of happy work,

That better is than play ;
Of simple cares, and love that grows

More sweet from day to day.

Another year of baby mirth,
And childhood's blessed ways:

Of thinker's thought, and prophet's dream,
And poet's tender lays.

Another year at Beauty's feast,

At every moment spread;
Of silent hours when grow distinct

The voices of the dead.

Another year to follow hard
Where better souls have trod ;

Another year of life's delight;
Another year of God !

J. W. CHADWICK.

238. " Happy new year." Xuremburg, 39.

Backward looking o'er the past.

Forward, too, with eager gaze,
Stand we here to-day, 0 God,

At the parting of the ways.

Tenderest thoughts our bosoms fill ;

Memories all bright and fair
Seem to float on spirit-wings

Downward through the silent air.

Hark! through all their music sweet
Hear you not a voice of cheer?

'Tis the voice of Hope which sings,
''Happy be the coming year! "

Father, comes that voice from thee!

Swells it with thy meaning vast, —
Good in all thy Future stored,

Fairer than in all the Past !

J. W. CHADWICK.

239.

Christmas. Vesper, 50.

Xow the joyful Christmas morning,

Breaking o'er the world below,
Tells again the wondrous story

Of the Christ-child long ago."
Hark ! we hear again the chorus

Echoing through the starry sky,
And we join the heavenly anthem,

"Glory be to God on high ! "

Out of every clime and people

Under every holy name,
Is the everlasting gospel

Good and glad for aye the same:
So we, in our happy Christmas,

Breathe the universal creed,
Clasping hands with distant ages

In a brotherhood indeed.

Sing aloud, then, hearts and voices!

Shout, O new world, free and strongf
Hail of Light the deathless triumph,

Join the old world's birthday song, —

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Peace on earth, Good Will to men! "
'Twas the morning stars that pealed it, —

Let the world respond again.

Mrs. M. N. Meigs, {v. /.)

240. Tue chant sublime. Mann, 14.

I heard the bells on Christmas Day
Their old familiar carols play,
And wild and sweet the words repeat
Of peace on earth, good-will to men!

And thought how, as the day had come,
The belfries of all Christendom
Had rolled along the unbroken song
Of peace on earth, good-will to men!

Till, ringing, singing on its way,
The world revolved from night to day,
A voice, a chime, a chant sublime
Of peace on earth, good-will to men!

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241. " Peace on earth." Lloyd, 24.

Still through the cloven skies they come,

With peaceful wings unfurled ;
And still the angels' music floats

O'er all the weary world ;
Above its sad and lonely plains

They bend, on hovering wing,
And ever o'er its Babel-sounds

The blessed angels sing.

Yet with the woes of sin and strife

The world has suffered long:
Beneath the angels' strain have rolled

Two thousand years of wrong;
And man, at war with man, hear? not

The love-song which they bring:
O, hush the noise, ye men of strife,

And hear the angels sing!

For lo! the days are hastening on,

By prophet-bards foretold,
When, with the ever-circling years,

Comes round the age of gold ;

When peace shall over all the earth

Its ancient splendors fling,
And the whole world send back the song

Which now the angels sing.

E.H. SEARS.

242.

Christinas gifts. Old /?_>, 29.

Long, long ago, in manger low

Was cradled from above
A little child, in whom God smiled

His Christmas gift of Love.
O, hearts were bitter and unjust,

And cruel hands >vere strong !
The noise he hushed with hope and trust,

And Peace began her song.

Whene'er the Father's Christmas gifts

Seem only frost and snow,
And anxious stress and loneliness,

And poverty and woe, —
Behold the manger, rude and strange,

In which a Christ-child lies !
O welcome guest, thy cradle-nest

Is always God's surprise !

For trouble, cold and dreary care

Are angels in disguise,
And, greeted fair with trust and prayer,

As Peace and Love they rise :
Straightway provide a welcome wide,

Nor wonder why they came;
They stand outside our hearts and bide,

Knocking in Jesus' name.

'Jane A ndrews.

243.

National hymn. America, 55.

My country, 'tis of thee,
Sweet land of liberty, —

Of thee I sing:
Land where my fathers died,
Land of the Pilgrims' pride,
From every mountain side

Let Freedom ring !

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My native country, thee,—
Land of the noble free, —

Thy name I love:
I love thy rocks and rills,
Thy woods and templed hills;
My heart with rapture thrills

Like that above.

Our father's God, to thee,
Author of Liberty, —

To thee we sing:
Long may our land be bright
With Freedom's holy light ;
Protect us by thy might,

Great God, our King!

S. F. SMITH.

244.

Our Country. America, 55.

God bless our native land !
Firm may she ever stand

Through storm and night!
When the wild tempests rave,
Ruler of wind and wave,
Do thou our country save,

By thy great might !

For her our prayers shall be,
Our fathers' God, to thee:

On thee we wait!
Be her walls, Holiness;
Her rulers, Righteousness;
Her officers be Peace ;

God save the State!

HYMNS OF THE SPIRIT.

245.

Our nation. America, 55.

Gone are the great and good,
Who here in peril stood

And raised their hymn.
Peace to the reverend dead !
The light that on their head
The passing years have shed

Shall ne'er grow dim.

We now, our fathers' God,
Stand where our fathers trod,

Where eleeps their dust:
Their high fidelity,
Their love of liberty,
The faith that made them free,

Our sacred trust !

And on, from sire to son,
O High and Holy One,

That faith descend!
While life shall ebb and flow,
New centuries come and go,
Still may our children know

Our country's Friend !

7. Pierpont. (v. /.)

246.

Fatherland.

Union, 73.

To thee, 0 Fatherland,
Bond of our heart and hand,
From love deep, pure and strong

Rolls our high song.
May all thy pathways be
Highways of Liberty,
And Justice, throned in thee,

Reign ages long!

And thou, O God of Right,
The Lord, whose arm of might,
In storm and battle-roar,

Our Fathers bore —
Thou mad'st their children strong
To break the chains of wrong,
Till rang the Freeman's song

From shore to shore.

Free as our rivers flow,
Pure as our breezes blow,
Strong as our mountains stand,

Be our broad land !
Bright home of Liberty,
High hope of all the free —
Our love thy watch-tower be,

Dear Fatherland !

J. V. BLAKE.

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247. Praise. W^r^, 18.

We are thy people, we thy care,
Our souls and all our mortal frame:
What lasting honors can we rear,
Almighty Maker, to thy name?

We'll crowd thy gates with thankful songs!
High as the heavens our voices raise !
And earth, with her ten thousand tongues,
Shall fill thy courts with sounding praise.

Wide as the world is thy command!
Vast as eternity thy love!
Firm as a rock thy truth shall stand,
When rolling years shall cease to move !

/. Watts.

248. A. psalm Of praise. Channing, 58.

We praise thee, Lord, with earliest morn-
ing ray,

We praise thee with the fading light of
day :

All things that live and move, by sea and
land,

Forever ready at thy service stand.

Thy nations all are singing night and day,
"Glory to thee, the mighty God, for aye!
By thee, through thee, in thee all beings

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The listening earth repeats the song afar.

Thy hallowed name, thy kingdom, in us

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For thine the glory, Lord, and thine the

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249. Praise the Lord. Nuremburq, 39,
All ye nations, praise the Lord;

All ye lands, your voices raise;
Heaven and earth, with loud accord,
Praise the Lord, forever praise !
For his truth and mercy stand,
Past, and present, and to be,
Like the years of his right hand,
Like his own eternity.
Praise him, ye who know his love!
Praise him, from the depths beneath !
Praise him in the heights above!
Praise your Maker, all that breathe!

J.MONTGOMERY.

~~ * ,„ Praise, 74.

250. All ye creatures. Sidl g

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Angels holy, high and lowly,

Sing the praises of the Lord!
Earth and sky, all living Nature,
Man, the stamp of thy Creator,

Praise ye, praise ye God the Lord !
Sun and moon bright, night and noon-light

Starry temples azure-floored,
Cloud and rain, and wild winds' madness,
Sons of God that shout for gladness,

Praise ye, praise ye God the Lord!
Ocean hoary, tell his glory:

Cliffs, where tumbling seas have roared'
Pulse of waters, blithely beating,
Wave advancing, -wave retreating,

Praise ye, praise ye God the Lord!
Rock and highland, wood and island,

Crag where eagle's pride hath soared,
Mighty mountains, purple-breasted,
Peaks cloud-cleaving, snowy-crested,

Praise ye, praise ye God the Lord!

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Rolling river, praise him ever,

From the mountain's deep vein poured,
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Troubled torrent, madly rushing,

Praise ye, praise ye God the Lord !

Bond and free man, land and sea man,

Earth, with peoples widely stored,
Wanderer lone o'er prairies ample,
Full-voiced choir, in costly temple,
Praise ye, praise ye God the Lord!

Praise him ever, Bounteous Giver!

Praise him, Father, Friend and Lord!
Each glad soul its free course winging,
Each glad voice its free song singing,

Praise the great and mighty Lord !

251

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J. S. BLACKIE.

Dundee ; 22.

0 God, we praise thee, and confess

That thou the only Lord
And everlasting Father art,

By all the earth adored.

To thee all angels cry aloud;

To thee the powers on high,
Both cherubim and seraphim,

Continually do cry, —

"O holy, holy, ho'y Lord,
Whom heavenly hosts obey,

The world is with the glory filled
Of thy majestic swTay!"

The apostles' glorious company,
And prophets crowned with light,

With all the martyrs' noble host,
Thy constant praise recite.

The holy Church throughout the world,

O Lord, confesses thee,
That thou the Eternal Father art,

Of boundless majesty !

EARLY CHRISTIAN HYMN.

252.

Holy, holy, holy! Niccca,(>?.

Holy, holy, holy, Lord God Almighty !
Early in the morning our song shall
rise to thee:
Holy, holy, holy, Merciful and Mighty,
Who wert, and art, and evermore shalt
be!

Holy, holy, holy, though the darkness
hide thee,
Though the eye of erring man thy glory
may not see !
Only thou art holy, there is none beside
thee,
Perfect in power, in love, and purity!

Holy, holy, holy, Lord God Almighty!

All thy works do praise thy name in
earth and sky and sea :
Holy, holy, holy, Merciful and Mishty,

Who wTert, and art, and evermore shalt

be ! R. Heler.

253. Hallelujah. Old Hundred, 17.

From aJ1 that dwell below the skies
Let the oreator's praise arise !
Let the Eternal Name be sung
Through every land, by every tongue'
Eternal are thy mercies, Lord !
The Truth thine everlasting Word!
Thy praise shall sound from shore to shore,
Till suns shall rip'" ind set no more!

/. Watts.

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Like stars upon a troubled sea

Shine out the altars fair,
Where longings of the centuries

Have voiced themselves in prayer.
A guide to tempted, wandering hearts,

A strength in sorrow's hour,
A peace within the common lives

They touched with holy power.

We seek the good those altars held,

Yet read their message clear,
To loyally receive the light

God sends us now and here.
Within these walls may worship fill

Our waiting souls anew,
A present help within our lives

To make them pure and true.

Eternal Life, whose love Divine

Enfolds us each and all,
We know no other truth than Thine,

We heed no other call.
O may we serve in thought and deed

Thy kingdom yet to be,
When truth and righteousness and love

Shall lead all souls to Thee.

EMMA E. M AREA N.

255. Dedication Hymn.

Webb, 54.

He laid his rocks in courses;

His trees grew on the hill;
He yoked his ancient forces

And lent them to our will;
By arts that flowered and faded

He graced the builder's thought;
And thus the temple's beauty

The God of Ages wrought.

Within the Soul uprises

The temple's counterpart.
Its stones of holy purpose

Are quarried in the heart;
Its towers are faith and worship,

Peace and good-will its plan,
Its windows heaven-lighted,

Its doors wide love to man.

The prayers, to words outbreaking,

In those still courts begin;
The songs we sing are echoes

Of unheard song within.
Work on, O Silent Builder,

Perfect thy inner shrine,
Till prayer be ceaseless serving,

And song the life divine!

W. C. GANNETT.

256. The Creed of Life.

Hebron, 13.
Canons and rubrics own I none,

Save one upon the granite writ;
"I Lord of Lords have fashioned it,

And graved it with my rains and sun."

One creed low whispered everywhere

I take unto my soul like fire;
Till flashing through me with desire,

The world is molten in my prayer.

"It is my beating heart." I turn,
I face the stream, I brave the hills,

With the same word the bird's breast fills,
With the same God the bushes burn.

JOHN TUNIS.

257. On the Mount.

Mann, 14.
Not always on the mount may we
Rapt in the heavenly vision be;
The shores of thought and feeling know
The Spirit's tidal ebb and flow.

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Lord, it is good abiding here —
We cry, the heavenly presence near:
The vision vanishes, our eyes
Are lifted into vacant skies!

Yet hath one such exalted hour
Upon the soul redeeming power,
And in its strength through weary days
We travel our appointed ways.

The mount for vision, — but below
The paths of daily duty go,
Wherein a nobler life shall own
The pattern on the mountain shown.

F. L. HOSMER.

258. I Am SO Weak. Dennis, 73a.

Father, I am so weak!

Let me Thy presence feel,
Take now my tired hands in Thine

And bless me as I kneel.

Renew my failing strength,

And teach me how to rise,
And, bearing all my heavy load,

To seek Thy bluer skies.

Let me not wait nor stay,

Nor to the past return,
But kindle still my fainting heart

With zeal anew to burn,

Till I shall see Thy love

In every cross I bear;
And, keeping close my hands in Thine,

Shall trust Thee everywhere.

J. E. MCCAINE.

259.

Refracted Lights.

Invitation, 73b.
The evening star that softly sheds

Its tender light on me,
Hath other place in the heavenly blue

Than that I seem to see.
Too faint and slender is that beam

To keep its pathway true,
In the vast space of cloud and mist

It seeks an exit through.

Nor light of star, nor truth of God,

Through earth-born clouds and doubt,
Can straightway pierce the hearts of men

And drive the darkness out.
On bent, misshapen lines of faith

We backward strive to trace
The love and glory that we ne'er

Could look on face to face.

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sight,

The vision whole to see,
But none are there so poor and blind

But catch some glimpse of Thee, —
Some knowledge of the better way,

And of that life divine,
Of which our yearning hope is both

The prophecy and sign.

CELIA P. WOOLLEY

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CHORAL RESPONSES.

To be sung by the congregation, or by the choir ; or, if preferred, to be read by the congregation.
See the Orders of Service suggested on page 4 of the Preface.

I. NIGH UNTO ALL.

Minister. O, come, let us sing unto the Lord. Let us come into his presence with
thanksgiving, and be joyful of heart before him. He is nigh unto all that call upon
him, to all that call upon him in truth.
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Minister. Thus saith the High and Lofty One, who inhabiteth Eternity, whose
name is Holy : I dwell in the high and holy place; with him also that is of a contrite
and humble spirit, to revive the spirit of the humble, and to revive the hearts of the
contrite ones.

People. The Lord is | good to | all ;

And his tender mercies are | over | all his | works.
Minister. Can a woman forget her child? Y«a, they may forget; yet will I not
forget thee, saith our God.

People. The Eternal God | is our | refuge:

Underneath us are the | ever- | lasting | arms.
Minister. Neither death nor life, nor things present nor things to come, nor height
nor depth, nor any other creature, shall be able to separate us from the love of God.
Trust in him at all times, ye people : pour out your hearts before him.
People. Trust ye in the | Lord for | ever :

For in the Lord, the Eternal, is | ever- | lasting | strength.

II. THE OFFERING.

Minister. Wherewith shall we come before the Lord, and bow ourselves before the
Most High? He hath shown us in our hearts what is good, and what it is he doth
require: to do justly; to love mercy ; and to walk humbly with our God.
People.

80 Choral Responses.

Minister. If thou bringthy prayer to the altar and there remember that thy brother

hath aught against thee, go thy way ! First be reconciled to thy brother,— then conic
and offer thy prayer unto God. He that loveth not his brother whom he hath seen,
how can he love God whom he hath not seen ?

People. Search me, O God, and | know my | heart,
Try | me and | know my | thoughts.
Minister. And when ye stand praying, forgive if ye have aught against any ; that
your Father, also, who is in heaven may forgive you your trespasses.
People. Search me, 0 God, and | know my | heart;
Try | me and | know my | thoughts.
Minister. Whatsoever things are true, whatsoever things arc honest, whatsoever
.things are just, whatsoever things are pure, whatsoever things are lovely, whatsoever
things are of good repute, whatever virtue there is, and whatever praise,— let us think
on these things.

III. TENDER MERCIES.

Minister. Bless the Lord, 0 my soul, and all that is within me, bless his holy name.
People.

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0 my soul, praise him ; for joy-ful it is to sing prais - es. \

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Minister. Bless the Lord, O my soul, and forget not all his benefits: who forgiveth
all thy sins, who healeth all thy diseases, who redeemeth thy life from destruction,
who crowneth thee with loving-kindness and tender mercies. He healeth the broken
in heart and bindeth up their wounds : he telleth the number of the stars, he calleth
them all by their names.

People. Praise ye the Lord, who with majesty ruleth in all things;
Who thee preserves and upbears as on pinions of eagles;
Who fhee upholds when by thyself thou wouldst fall.
Verily, hast thou not known it?
Minister. 0 Lord, thy blessings hang in clusters ! They come trooping upon us!
They break forth like mighty waters on every side! O, make thy goodness, health
and strength unto us, that we may be thankful, dutiful and holy.

Choral Responses.

People. Praise ye the Lord, and behold with thine eyes all his mercies :
Out of the heavens his love raineth like unto rivers.
Think, 0 thou man, what is Ihe might of his hand
Who daily meets thee with blessings.
Minister. Bless the Lord, 0 my soul, and all that is within me, bless his holy name.

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IV. IN THE FATHER'S HOUSE.

Minister. I was glad when my companions said unto me, Come, it is our holy day;
let us go into the house of the Lord; let us take sweet counsel together; let our feet
stand within his gates, and heart and voice give thanks unto him. Peace to young
and old that enter here, peace to every soul herein ! The Lord lift up the light of
his countenance upon us and give us peace.
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Minister. Blessed be the Lord God that giveth beauty for ashes, and the garment
of praise for the spirit of heaviness. The Lord is my light and my salvation: whom
shall I fear? The Lord is the strength of my life: of whom shall I be afraid? It is
good that a man should both hope and quietly wait for the salvation of the Lord.
People. Make not haste in time of trouble:
Patiently wait for the Lord.
We know all things work for good
Unto them that love the Lord.
Minister. Blessed be the Lord God of Ages, who never ceaseth to draw more nigh !
His voice in the morning of the world was heard from afar: in the evening he speak-
eth at the door, and entereth to abide with us forever. Manifold are thy witnesses,
O God, and the angels of thine invisible presence: else had we never known thee.
Lo! thou goest by us, and we see thee not: but the firmament declareth thy glory;
the prophets proclaim thy judgments; the righteous wonder at thy law in their
hearts; the patient find thee in the secret places of their sorrow, and their songs
break out in melody to thee.

Choral Responses.

Minister.

People. Holy, holy Lord Almighty,
Earth declares thy majesty,
And thy glory fills the heavens:
Holy, holy, holy Lord!

Serve the Lord with gladness; come before his presence with singing.
For he is our God ; we are the people of his pasture and the sheep of his hand.
Surely goodness and mercy shall follow me all the days of my life; and I dwell in the
house of the Lord forever.

People. Come ye, serve the Lord with gladness,
Come before him with a song:
Glory be to God on high !
Peace on earth, good will to men!

V. THE REFUGE.

Minister. Blessed be God, the God who helpeth us ; who beareth our burdens da^
by day. The Lord meeteth him that with rejoicing worketh righteousness, that re-
membereth him in his way. In all our ways let us acknowledge him, and he shall
direct our paths.
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Minister. Why art thou cast down, O my soul, and why art thou disquieted within
me. Hope thou in God ! I shall yet praise him, — him my Deliverer, and my God!
People. His righteousness is like the | high... | mountains:
His | justice | is a... great | deep.
Minister. When I am in heaviness, I will think upon God: a refuge from the storm,
a shadow from the heat.

People. Thou wilt keep him in | perfect | peace,
Whose | mind is | stayed on | thee.
Minister. The Eternal is an Everlasting God. He fainteth not, neither is weary:
and to them that have no might, he giveth abundant strength. They that wait upon
the Lord shall renew their strength ; they shall mount up with wings as eagles; they
shall run and not be weary ; they shall walk and not faint.
People. O give thanks un | to the | Lord,

For his | mercy... en- | dureth... for- | ever.

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VI. THE STRENGTH OF THE HEAVENS AND THE HEART.

Minister. There is one God and Father of all, above alt, and through all, and in us
all : in him we live and move and have our being: of him and through him and to
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Minister. O Lord, thou hast searched me and known me ! Thou knowest my sitting-
down and my rising-up: thou understandest my thoughts from afar: thou seest
my path and my lying-down, and art acquainted with all my ways. Before the word is
upon my tongue, behold, O Lord, thou knowest it altogether! Thou besettestme be-
hind and before, and layest thine hand upon me ! Such knowledge is too wonderful for
me: it is high, I cannot attain to it.
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Minister. If I ascend info the heavens, thou art there. If I make my bed in the
depths, thou art there. If I take the wrings of the morning, and dwell in the utter-
most parts of the sea.

People. Even there shall thy hand lead me,
And thy light hand shall hold me.
Minister. If I say. Surely the darkness shall cover me,— even the night shall be
light about met

People. Yea. the darkness hides not from thee,
But the night shineth like day.
Minister. How precious to me are thy thoughts, O God! How great is the sum of
them! If I count them, they outnumber the sands. When I awake, lam still with
thee! Search me, 0 God, and know my heart: try me, and know my thoughts:
People. See if there be evil in me;
Lead me in thine holy way.

VIII. THE SONS OF GOD.

Minister. Ask and it shall be given you; seek and ye shall find; knock and it
shall be opened unto you: for the Spirit of Truth will guide us into all truth, and we
shall know the truth, and the truth will make us free.

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Minister. God, who commanded the light to shine out of darkness, hath sinned in

our hearts also, ami given us the earnest of the Spirit within us whereby we lay hold

of eternal life. This is the light which lighteth every man who cometh into the

world: and as many as receive it, to them itgiveth power to become the Sons of God.

People. Lead us, 0 Lord | in thy | truth : .

Let thy truth pre- | serve us | ever- | more.
Minister. Jesus said : For this cause came I into the world, and to this end was I
born, — that I should bear witness to the truth, and work the works of him that sent
nie. And if any one desires to come after me, let him deny himself and take up his
cross; for I came not to do mine own will, but the will of the Father that sent me:
and whosoever will do the will of God, the same is my brother and my sister.
People. They shall | know the | truth:

And the | truth shall j make them | free.
Minister. For the Spirit teacheth all things, even the deep things of God.
People. Even the deep | things of | God .

As it was in the beginning, is now, and | ever | shall be;
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